Midnight Conversations {Lyssa}

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Midnight Conversations {Lyssa}

Post by Trinity Peters-Stenhouse  » Fri Dec 14, 2018 12:44 am

Trinity couldn't sleep. It wasn't the sound of breathing in the room. He was used to that. He was comfortable with not being alone, but usually it was had dorm mates who were there with him. They breathed differently than the two boys he was sharing with. Kristian had been introduced as Cana's brother and Trinity hadn't heard any warnings against him. But the other one, Bjørn, was the cousin that Lyssa had been worried about. He hadn't said anything nasty about her yet, but Trinity was waiting for it.

It wasn't just the sound of breathing that was different. Everything was new. Even the air felt weird. It made his stomach do flips and flops. He was in a country he had never been to before. In a building that wasn't Hogwarts. With people he didn't know before today. It was all a bit overwhelming. He had been trying to sleep for an hour with no avail and just lying there was making it worse.

Trying to be as quiet as he could, Trinity slipped out of his bed in the corner and stuffed his feet into his slippers. Tea. Tea always made things better. And if he could find his way to the kitchen, he would be able to make himself a cuppa. Then everything would be... well, not all right, but better. The boy shuffled his way across the room trying not to make any sounds.

If he was still at school, he would have been to use his wand to guide him, but he had learned doing magic outside Hogwarts would get you in trouble. He had no clue how much trouble he would be in if he did magic in another country. He wasn't willing to risk it, if it meant there was a chance Lyssa would be taken from him. Not for tea.

The hall was only a little brighter than the room. Some of the light from the decorations filtered in through the windows. Trinity still didn't know how there could be that much fire about and nothing was burning. Or maybe it was a charm he hadn't learned? In any case, it was impressive.

Pushing his curls out of his eyes, Trinity started his way down the hall towards the stairs. The Hogwarts kitchen was in the basement, and growing up, the community kitchen was on the main level, so it would only stand to reason that the Havich's kitchen would be in a similar location.
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Post by Lyssa Delaney » Fri Dec 14, 2018 1:06 am

Lyssa was used to sharing a room--a consequence of being born a twin. While eventually they had graduated into individual rooms at home, the move to boarding schools had kept here from getting too used to anything resembling complete privacy. As she rolled over on the bed, staring across at where Dahlia and Sigyn had decided to bunk up together (she'd assumed Thyri would join them as well, but the brunette has instead offered to split with some of the younger girls), Lyssa heard some shuffling in the hall. She went stock still.

While dinner had been somewhat unusual with the announcement made by Bjørn and Thyri, she'd thought everything went as well as it could have. Save for some tense looks at her and Cana, she couldn't imagine anyone really holding ill will. But still, the thought of Bjørn specifically combing the halls looking for her made her nervous. Rather than voice her concerns to her twin or cousin though, she grabbed her wand from the night table, and slinked out. If it were anything particularly bad, she wasn't too far away from where Cana and Thyri and her parents were.

As she glimpsed blonde curls turning down the hallway, she sighed in relief. Trinity. Of course, he probably couldn't sleep. Who knew what Bjørn had said or done behind closed doors/ Kristian would stand up for her always, but he also had his own ways of being offensive as well. Steeling herself, she followed after Trinity down the stairs, ready to undo whatever had been said.

Eventually she realized he was looking for something though, which filled her immediately with relief. He wasn't trying to flee her crazy family then! That was good! With a loud enough sigh to alert him to her presence, she grinned a bit sheepishly, and asked:

"Kitchen or bathroom? Kitchen, I'll bet since the bathrooms are mostly close to the bedrooms."

Lyssa moved to take him by the arm and guide him to the kitchen.

It was a ridiculous affair. A full chef's kitchen, only ever used for part of the year, but kept stocked for most of it just in case someone decided to stop by. The wine cellar was locked--most likely to guard against some of the older teenagers--but the rest of the kitchen was free to pillage. There were two large French-door refrigerators, three ovens built into the cabinets, and a ridiculously sized range welded into limestone countertops. Copper and ceramic pots hung from a large rack above the counter tops, and magnetic strips along the walls held a truly impressive collection of knives. The pantry, when opened, show an impressive walk in; and were one to open the door in back of it, would find a standing deep freezer as well as a dehydration chamber with a bunch of products from the farm's meat animals.

Lyssa moved in front of Trinity and gestured lamely.

"Erm, we have pretty much anything? So what is it you need?" she smiled.
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Post by Trinity Peters-Stenhouse  » Fri Dec 14, 2018 5:06 am

As Trinity reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard a noise behind him. Turning, he nearly stepped out of his slippers and came face to face with--"Lyssa." That was better sat someone else, he supposed. He was still getting used to being seen. Far from the center of attention, but people had been looking at him and speaking to him all day. It was nerve wracking, but Lyssa... Lyssa he didn't mind looking at him.

"Kitchen or bathroom?" the girl asked. " Kitchen, I'll bet since the bathrooms are mostly close to the bedrooms."


It took Trinity a long moment to answer. He was completely mesmerized by the woman in front of him. It the dim lighting, he could see her bed-mess hair. It made her look like some kind of goddess. "Uh... yes. Kitchen." Right. That was what he was looking for.

He went with Lyssa easy as she started pulling him along, but froze when they reached some kind of large room. It didn't look like anything Trinity had ever seen before and it made him question if Muggle kitchens were really that different. Lyssa had said they had "everything," but Trinity thought it might have been a bit of an exaggeration.

Taking a long look around, the boy found the thing that closest resembled a stove. It had a flat top, but was made of some kind of glass instead of cast iron. He poked around at it for a moment before turning back to Lyssa. "How does the fire start?" He could find anywhere to put wood or anything. And it was cold. It would probably take way too long for the water to boil.

Maybe there was another place for boiling water? He glanced around again. Counters. Doors. Some shelves. But no place to put the kettle on the fire. Didn't Muggles drink tea? His mum used to make it for him when he was sick. Maybe it was just an American thing?
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Post by Lyssa Delaney » Sat Dec 15, 2018 2:18 am

Oh dear. She didn't consider. Most people raised in solely wizarding societies had never seen a glass-top range, let alone worked one! Lyssa hurried over beside him. She ran her hands over the sunken in buttons.

"You use these buttons," she explained. Truth be told, she wasn't the best cook or baker herself, but he did know the standards of oven and range use. "What are you trying to do? I'm not that great at all this stuff, but maybe I can help?"

Her own mother and father were never particularly cooking-inclined. Jetta had never had to learn due to the ridiculous amounts of wealth she grew up around, and what little Roman had been taught by his mother had been long forgotten, in favor of going out or ordering in. As such, Lyssa and her siblings were a bit deficient in that area. But she knew how to make tea and hot cocoa and a few other things that a person wandering around out of bed might be in need of.

She wondered what might be keeping Trinity awake. A bit selfishly she wondered if Bjørn or Kristian had said anything about her. Trinity didn't seem offended by her presence, so it either wasn't that bad or he was very good at brushing things like that off. Or, Lyssa thought, you're just being self-centered and obsessed with what other people can say about you.

She watched Trinity looking over the machine, and felt her heart clench. She knew she'd only known him for a little while, but she was hopeless already and she knew it.

Oh well.

She'd been devoted to far, far worse.
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Post by Trinity Peters-Stenhouse  » Mon Dec 24, 2018 3:29 pm

"Ah wanted to make us tea," Trinity expressed as he looked between Lyssa and the buttons she had explained would start the fire. "Do... you drink tea?" He remembered that during his meeting with Professor and Mr. Delaney weeks earlier, the tea had been almost an after thought. Maybe their family didn't like tea? He could make her lemon-water. His mum would give that to him before he liked tea. Maybe she would like that?

Trinity pressed one of the buttons and then took a quick step back as the glass started to glow orange-red. It looked like someone had planned fire seeds into the glass somehow. But.. . Why were they only active when the button was pressed? He pressed the button again and the glowing dimmed. Grinning, he pressed all the buttons and watched as several circles of orange appeared in the glass. The boy laughed and looked over at Lyssa. "Did yew know it could do this?'

This was so smart! He wondered who created it. Of course Lyssa and Cana's family were all geniuses--that was obvious--but this fire-less heater was amazing! He could feel the warmth of it from where he stood. Maybe, if they were willing to share the design, Hogwarts would be able to make some for the house elves!
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Post by Lyssa Delaney » Wed Dec 26, 2018 2:51 am

Lyssa nodded and moved towards the cabinets to see what teas they had stocked, when she heard Trinity's exclamation of delight. Turning quickly, she held her breath as Trinity took in the stove range. She smiled gently.

"Oh those are..." Well. That one in particular probably wasn't common. Likely it was one of the more expensive ones on the market, knowing her family. "Normal," she settled upon. "At least for Muggles. I mean that one in particular is a slight bit different than most, but the principle is the same. Muggles have had electric stoves for quite awhile."

Grinning, she got an idea.

"Do you want to see the other kitchen stuff?" She took Trinity's hand and guided him away from the stove to the triple ovens. "These are the ovens. They're fireless too! You just put the food you want to bake in, turn the dials and press the buttons, and give it time. It'll cook right up! Same with these," she said directing her attention to the microwave and toaster oven. She pulled him over to the fridge.

"And this is the fridge. It's like an ice box, but not quite as cold." She opened the large fridge, showing many of Daciana's covered dishes for tomorrows meals. "it keeps things fresh. And you just warm them back up in the oven or on the stove top or even in the microwave if it's small enough."

"There's a colder ice box in the pantry: a freezer. It keeps mostly meats cold. The guys like to go hunting, so it has a lot of deer and wild turkeys about now. And then there's the wine cellar. It's completely climate controlled. Muggles have great technology for keeping temperatures right!"

As she placed her hand on the wine cellar door, she was surprised to find that the handle opened easily. Grinning slyly at Trinity, she pushed the door open almost as if on accident.

"Oops. Well, might as well make it worth it!"

Slipping down the stairs quickly and quietly, she grabbed what she knew was one of the cheaper bottles that wouldn't be missed. Taking two stemless wine glasses from the cabinet, she turned back to Trinity.

"It won't mix with tea, but it'll definitely warm us up. Come on," she gestured for him to follow.

Tip-toeing into the living room, she was delighted to see the fire was still being magically maintained. Plopping down on the couch, she patted for Trinity to sit beside her, and then began generously pouring the wine.
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Post by Trinity Peters-Stenhouse  » Thu Dec 27, 2018 1:02 am

Trinity pressed all the buttons off as Lyssa started showing him around the kitchen. Fire-less things? Is that how the family had so much light without worrying about the home burning down? That was amazing! He was thoroughly impressed. The Havichs had things that could change the course of history! Fire-less cookers, fire-less light, ice boxes that didn't need ice! He was still taking it all in when Lyssa let him into the living room.

What she poured for them looked and smelled a lot like some kind of juice. He liked juice well enough, though he wasn't sure how it would "warm them up" like Lyssa had promised. He trusted her, though, and if she said that it it would, he believed her. He took a sip of the drink. It was sweet, but left his mouth a little dry.

Lyssa looked so pretty. With the fire playing with the light in her hair and casting shadows on her skin.... it remind him of when they met to watch the sun set. He was sure she wouldn't have shown up. He was sure she would forget him after. Now though, sitting with her in this moment, he wasn't sure if he was sure about anything.

Lyssa hand let him hold her hand that one time. Like friends. He thought they were friends. He hoped they were. Maybe she would let him hold her hand again? He liked being able to touch her. Carefully, he laced his fingers through hers as he took another sip of his drink.

"Were yew havin' trouble sleeping?" He wanted to know what had kept her awake. If it was nightmares, there was nothing much he could do. His dad would talk him through nightmares sometimes. Tell stories of people who had been starved or imprisoned or killed just for saying things. The stories were never happy, and once, when Trinity had asked his dad why he told bad stories, he had answered: because they cast perspective on your situation.

Trinity only remembered a little bit about what his parents looked like. His mum was blonde. His dad was tall. Only ships and pieces. But there were a few clear memories. He remembered his dad standing in the doorway of Trinity's small room, the candlelight behind him casting the man into silhouette. He had looked at Trinity and said "Son, if you ever think your situation is bad, remember all the people who have it worse. Then buck up and get through what you got to get through. You honor them, son. Life is hard. You can look at your situation and wallow in misery, or you can did yourself out and use your experience to help those who need it. The choice is yours."

He never understood what that had to do with bad dreams, but his dad had never been one to coddle and it worked to get rid of the dreams. For a little while at least. And the words had stayed there, just in the back of his mind all this time. Maybe the same would work for Lyssa? Maybe he could talk the bad dreams away?
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Post by Lyssa Delaney » Thu Dec 27, 2018 1:42 am

Lyssa took a less than healthy swig of the wine after Trinity took his first sip. She needed the nerve, as he reached out and held her hand. He was so precious, taking things painfully slow. She wondered if he'd been hurt before as well.

She smiles softly as he asked after her well-being. Oh well, honesty had worked so far. Perhaps if she opened up a bit, he would too.

"I was. I take some...Muggle medicine. It helps a lot. But it causes me to stay up sometimes. I probably need to take a sleeping draught or pill with it, but they make me unbearable in the mornings," she chuckled. In reality they only made her a touch irritable, but--considering she was Jetta's daughter--a touch irritable for her was unbearable for others. All of her nightmares settled into her if she slept too soundly, and the reality of her past came back to her. And that made her angry.

Lyssa had always been smart. Well-loved. Aware. The exact type of girl that bad things--bad men--like Joel weren't supposed to happen to. Yet he'd snuck in with his charming smile and green eyes and good, normal family and swept her off her feet. And he himself was great!

For awhile.

It wasn't until it was too late that she started seeing the same shades of darkness she saw in her cousin Bjørn. But even then, he was so careful, so quiet, so apologetic after anything happened, that she couldn't see it. Lyssa didn't even understand why she stayed. But she did. All the more fool her, she thought. But Cana noticed. Started hanging around her more. Started inviting himself and Gabe on double dates. It made Joel furious, but Lyssa quietly appreciated it.

Until he separated her shoulder pulling her up after he'd knocked her down. Again.

She had been too embarrassed to run to her parents or professors. It was Cana again who had the bad feeling and found her trying to heal herself in one of the upperclassmen's bathhouses at Gammla Uppsala. She'd begged, made him promise not to hurt Joel.

And he didn't.

But Joel did go away.

She didn't want to know what he did, though the idea tormented her at times. Kept her awake even. Much like the twinge in a poorly healed shoulder. She and Cana had never much favored healing spells until that night, and she had the distinct feeling Cana still leaned towards more...destructive practices.

But it was hard to get the words out. It was hard to talk about it in detail, especially to someone she so didn't want to think less of her for it. But he was staring at her so expectantly, that she couldn't just not say anything.

"I have nightmares sometimes," she finally said truthfully. "I used to date someone--I think I mentioned him once. He--he started out great. And then suddenly he wasn't good at all. And it's just...a lot to talk about. But we all have something that hurt us," she said more to herself. "I don't want to seem like I'm just--I just don't want you to run away because of my past," she finished lamely, staring into her wine as if it held all the answers. Maybe it did. She swiftly finished off the cup and stared into the fire, rather than face Trinity at the moment.
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Post by Trinity Peters-Stenhouse  » Thu Dec 27, 2018 2:19 am

Trinity's fingers tightened around Lyssa's hand as she spoke about the man who hurt her. The one Cana had gotten rid of. The one who made Lyssa have nightmares. He hated that man. He was glad for what Cana had done. It should have been worse, though. It should be him having the bad dreams and sleepless nights, not Lyssa. Never Lyssa. The boy loosened his grip before he hurt her.

"I have bad dreams, too," Trinity admitted, taking a longer drink from his juice. It was starting to make his head feel light and kind of fuzzy. He had to take a moment to catch his train of thought again. "Not about a boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend. But..." the blond took another drink, trying to gather himself. "My... childhood was diffrent. Somtimes whe I remember it, it makes it hard to sleep."

Lyssa was studying the fire, so he turned to look at it, too. It was pretty, but not as pretty as Lyssa was. She was like fire and flowers and the lake and stained glass all mixed together but a thousand times better. "I would pick you," he said softly, hardly even above a whisper. "I know you would hate me, but I would pick you and try to make you happy."

But they weren't in his village. And Lyssa didn't live there, even if they were. And Professor and Mr. Delaney had explained to him that marriage didn't work that way, usually. He couldn't just pick Lyssa and go to the courthouse and go home. It wouldn't be right or fair. Trinity finished his drink.

His cheeks were warm now, and his skin buzzed a little bit. He didn't know what kind of juice that was... maybe it was a potion that only tasted like juice? He didn't really know. Grabbing the bottle, he gave some more to Lyssa and himself, careful not to slosh it everywhere.
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Post by Lyssa Delaney » Thu Dec 27, 2018 2:44 am

Lyssa tightened her hand back around Trinity's as he confessed to having bad dreams. She did smile a bit, wine-buzzed, at the idea of him having a boyfriend, but her smile quickly turned to a look of confusion as he spoke about a having a different childhood. As he continued, she felt her heart falter. Maybe he knew exactly how she'd felt around Joel. Maybe he knew that fear from his own parents.

She moved quickly to move her wineglass to the table, and quickly took Trinity's face in her hands.

"You can tell me anything. I won't tell if you don't want me to, but I promise I will do anything I can to help you. Cana would to, but if you don't want him to know either, I understand."

Lyssa's childhood differences were easy ones. She'd been born in extreme privilege, a sparkling scion born to succeed. Her first rattle had been a gift from Tiffany's. Her first gift she could remember had been a pony. She could barely drive due to lack of experience, yet she knew she had at least three cars earmarked for her back home. While the expectations placed upon her sometimes felt unbearable, she knew at least that she could live up to them.

How could she understand what Trinity had been through, other than my comparing her brief period of suffering?

She caught a bit of Trinity's whisper, and scrunched her face in confusion.

"What do you mean? I don't--I don't understand. You--of course you make me happy," she insisted. "You make me happier than I've been in a long time."

You almost make me feel like a real person again, she whispered in her mind. Almost.
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