The Answer Comes in Time || Cissa

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The Answer Comes in Time || Cissa Mar 20, 2013 16:12:39 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2013 16:12:39 GMT -8

The owl landed before him at the Slytherin table within the great hall and dropped a letter. Evan, on the other hand, had no clue that the owl even arrived and he continued to look over the pages within his book. The Human Skeletal System, was propped before him as he reached into a bowl of something or the other and fished out a sweet roll that was spotted with raisins. Eyes never moving from the lines and diagrams within the pages, Evan was englufed fully in his work as he studied the shapes and slopes of the bones before him.

This was how he would prefer to spend his day. Indoors. Parchment lay sprawled across the table and the owl pecked at the back of his left hand waiting for the boy to notice him. He did not. Dropping the letter on the table, the gaudy owl took off without giving the boy another chance to notice. Evan on the other hand was pulling a sheet of parchment toward him, lead pencil in one hand as he looked over his notes. The Minotaur rib he found the other day followed by the humerus was going to need piecing together. There was a large chunk chipped off the end, parts of the Trochlea happened to be missing and the particular bone itself was a wreck. It must have been underground for far too long. "The Medial epicondyle was cracked, very much like it were broken, a fracture." His voice was quiet and barely could be heard unless you were directly infront of him or right next to him.

Evan was sadly behind in almost all of his work, but when it came to this he was very much alert and awake. Other things didn't have meaning to him and he only cared about becoming a physician at St. Mungos. It was his destiny. "I'm surprised that it is still connected, aside from the fracture and chip at the base, the head seems to be in prime condition. Must've been in a war of some sort. And to be so close to the edge of..." Pulling out a magnifying glass he looked at the bone that was laying in front of him. If the rest of the arm was present it would have been taller than him.

Standing on the bench and leaning over the paperwork. Evan looked at the bone a little closer. Rump up in the air and robes drapping over the wooden bench. "...wonder why it was there. Old. The body it belongs to had to..." His lips quivered up into a smile as he let his knee rest on the edge of the table further examining indentations and small cracks. "..buried him."

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The Answer Comes in Time || Cissa Mar 27, 2013 16:51:55 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2013 16:51:55 GMT -8

Vein was never an adjective used to describe Narcissa Black, although it could often be mistaken for her natural affinity towards power. Not to mention her great respect for it as well. Ever since she had started at Hogwarts, Cissa had commanded attention from her peers. There was no way to know if it had been her golden locks flowing around her shoulders, her sky blue eyes that intensified with each person they stared at, or her pale as winter porcelain skin; Any way you choose, people seemed drawn to her whenever she entered a room. As the years past, it was more evident her beauty and confidence demanded such attention, but she was quick to pay back the compliment should the right receiver come round.

Today was no different as she entered the Great Hall. Without staring directly at each individual guilty party, Cissa could easily tell a few male heads had turned her way. She was dressed to the nines in her school uniform, pressed and seamless. Her skirt swayed with each step, just above her knees, topped by her crisp white blouse and sweater vest lined with green and silver. She simply wore a form fitting ensemble that was able to make any man blush and any woman curse her name under their breath. Even so, Cissa loved to accentuate her best features, and even more so she loved flirtations.

What she was not a fan of was having those in her own house mocked by lesser houses and, especially, by mudbloods. Which is what she saw as a few Gryffindor sixth years pointed and laughed at Evan Rosier who had decided to stand up on his bench with his rump right in the air before kneeling over the table again. With an exasperated sigh, Cissa walked stockily up behind Evan as he knelt over the table, and pulled the edge of his shirt urging him to regain his seat. Shooting the Gryffindors a steely glare, she moved to sit opposite Evan at the table. Leaning over, her blond hair grazing the wooden table as she did so, she spoke in a hasty whisper, "Why must you make such a spectacle of yourself, Rosier!" She admonished before regaining her straight-backed posture. Cissa reached out and grabbed a steaming cup of coffee set at the place in front of her, bringing it to her lips slowly and taking a sip. Lowering the cup only enough to speak again, her eyes narrowed in curiosity at the object on the table between the two, "Merlin's beard, what is-- Evan, please tell me that is not a bone lying on the table in the middle of breakfast..."

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The Answer Comes in Time || Cissa Mar 28, 2013 16:25:38 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2013 16:25:38 GMT -8

Paying no mind to the tug on the back of his shirt, Evan Rosier just continued along as if nothing was different. Eyes wide at the sudden appearance of a blonde girl who sat before him. blinking a few times he sat back as her words crossed his mind. Taking in a breath he tried to remember was Integra told him about social interactions and how they were supposed to be handled, but he couldn't. As much as he tried the poor boy only strained his brain as he tried to decipher what was normal and abnormal, or what was even tolerated. Spectacle. That word held in his chest for a moment and he stared at Narcissa for a few moments.

She was pretty, but her words weren't making too much sense. Shrugging lightly, Evan turned back to the bone and continued to investigate the cracks and crevices of the bone. The same bone he found while he was being investigated by Hadley Greer. "Not just any bone, Minotaur Humerus." The voice that came from his lips was small and very insignificant, but a smile cracked across his features if only for a mere second. A giggle escaped his lips, not entirely aware that it was breakfast time as he had been in this spot since the crack of dawn.

Looking across the table at Narcissa, he quickly jerked away from her not wanting to make eye contact for fear that she would say something. Shying away from the blonde girl, he looked down at his legs and let his hands fall in his lap. "Four centimeter fracture across the Medial Condyle..." Slowing his voice down a little, Evan tried to remember the functions of socialization again, but frustration was beginning to become evident. His words were getting much fewer and further in between and embarrassment could be seen spreading across his cheeks and eyes. Eyebrows furrowing in thought, but quickly changing. An array of emotions were visible within a few moments, but Evan was having difficulty focusing on just one.

The muscle that held his jaw in place could be viewed as he clenched his teeth together many times over and over again. Deciding that ignoring Narcissa would be best, the boy then became less aware that there was a beautiful blonde sitting across from him.

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The Answer Comes in Time || Cissa Apr 2, 2013 15:54:31 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2013 15:54:31 GMT -8

Another eye roll escaped Narcissa as she stared across the table at this fellow Slytherin. She had nothing against Evan Rosier personally. Sure, he was odd, perhaps leaned a bit towards the psychotic end of the spectrum than most, but he'd never done anything to harm her. Nor had he really gone out of his way to socialize with anyone. Still, his unconventional behavior and lack of normalcy perturbed her greatly. Especially since she had received the news from her parents. She was betrothed to him. Yes, Evan Rosier was to be her future husband.

It was an unaccustomed feeling for her, to be neglected by the one person she decided to talk to in the Great
Hall. Evan had never really taken much interest in her. He hadn't taken much interest in anyone really, so all was not lost. Cissa felt a pang of jealousy towards the bone lying on the table before pulling herself back to reality with the notion it was stupid to be jealous of a bone. She liked Evan. Really, he was sweet in his own awkward way. She simply hated not being fawned over by the men in her life. When she had received her letter the other day, dictating how her future had been written off by the joint efforts of their parents, Cissa had felt something drop in her stomach.

This would not work. This could not be. Narcissa Black needed someone who would adore her, pay attention to her. She was losing what little grip on her freedom she had, and here he sat completely unaware of their impending doom. He was caught up
in intrigue with a bloody bone! Cissa could feel the sudden surge of anger boiling in her veins when he began going on about the damned thing again. “Really? You find this much pleasure in staring at a bone? Evan!” She slapped the table before her in an effort to get his attention, “Do you even know what our parents have been concocting in their spare time?!”

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The Answer Comes in Time || Cissa Apr 5, 2013 1:06:27 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2013 1:06:27 GMT -8

His attention was elsewhere as it always has been. Evan Rosier found no interest in proper social activities and even went as far as ignoring them completely, but Narcissa Black was making it more than difficult to focus on the task at hand. Frustration over came the poor boy and he couldn't help stopping for a moment and staring at her. When she slapped the table he jumped back and almost fell from the bench. Regaining what little balance he could muster, Evan looked at her in detest. The noise was enough to rattle his bones and finally he stood up straight, fixed his tie gathered his thing in a neat little pile and looked at Narcissa. His brown eyes scanning over her, fear was grabbing a hold of him slowly and he just, looked.

Unable to form the proper words that were needed in circumstances like this he clenched his jaw and took in a breath. Voice barely above a whisper he leaned into Narcissa, giving her face a very long stare. "Did you know that your teeth are seeds for skeletons to grow. The tooth fairy is planting them and creating an army. That's why I kept all of mine, I can't let her win." Evan turned to look down the table where Rabastan and Integra were seated, he didn't really recognize what was going on, but it appeared that Rab was holding the girl back saying that he had to do this on his own. Suddenly he felt so alone. There were people around him doing all sorts of things, but a vicious blonde was yelling at him for something he didn't do.

Panic started to set in. "I don't have parents. I live by myself..." His voice all but vanished into the air and then came back quietly. "...there is no use." Shaking his head to the side he started playing with the countless tools that lay out across the table. He had to be touching something, anything at all. The distraction was something he needed and he set back to work.

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The Answer Comes in Time || Cissa May 4, 2013 1:25:42 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 4, 2013 1:25:42 GMT -8

Narcissa blinked her eyes at him, trying to gauge his reactions to her words. Evan was certainly a character and no one ever questioned him or his odd obsessions. Mainly, his peers feared the Lestrange brothers and Integra. The three were oddly protective over their cohort. Cissa, however, admired his lack of caring about what anyone seemed to think or say about him. Whether Evan was aware of his surroundings and peers, or even had the mental capacity to comprehend what was being said about him, he never let on that he cared. Not even in the slightest. Cissa found it admirable, however the hand was dealt.

What she found aggravating was trying to hold an actual conversation with Evan. He was her betrothed--the match their families decided upon without consulting the two actually involved. Cissa didn't dislike Evan. He was strange, yes, but it wasn't all entirely his fault. Besides, in the future once they were married, Cissa had a feeling she would be in charge of running their household. Although, she wasn't a hundred percent certain children would ever be in their future. Just sitting across from him for a few minutes Evan had barely looked her way, let alone touch her in any way.

Sighing, Cissa lowered her head, placing her fingertips on her temples and rubbing in a slow, circular motion. How was she supposed to get through to him? How was she supposed to sustain a relationship and eventual marriage with someone she obviously didn't understand in the least. Cissa was beginning to feel like her life was spinning completely out of control and there was no way to stop it. "Okay, Evan, okay. Calm down, babydoll," She didn't know what compelled her to use a pet name on him. Perhaps it was the inevitable of their union, dictated by their families. As if on instinct, she reached out across the table and placed her hand gently over one of his, rubbing the backside of his hand absentmindedly with her thumb. Narcissa was all to aware of Integra staring at the pair intensely. "Tell me more about this Tooth Fairy and her plot to grow an army from teeth." Cissa offered him a smile, not knowing how he would take the gentle gestures. In Cissa's mind, what the two of them were facing in the future was inevitable. She couldn't let her family down, and Evan was just as innocent in this as she was. Why make him suffer?

"Please, Evan?" She smiled again, her hand still on top of his, her thumb softly rubbing back and forth on the back of his hand, "I'd really like to know."

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The Answer Comes in Time || Cissa May 17, 2013 14:01:37 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 17, 2013 14:01:37 GMT -8

Staring at the bone before him and going over the subtle creases and lines, Evan tried his hardest to listen and to be polite. That was what Integra had told him and taught him over the years and this was just a test of his abilities. Just a test, that was all it was. Taking in a deep breath the panic had subsided and he was now sitting peacefully. The boy flipped his goggles over his eyes and observed the fine divots and characteristic like markings. This was his favorite thing in the world, everything about the skeleton and skeletal system was astounding. Evan's knowledge was much further beyond that of some average schmuck learning about the body. Instead Evan had dove head-long into the knowledge; he was a walking encyclopedia of the human body.

Entirely aware that Narcissa was still looming over him and observing him was far too much of a nuisance, but he had to be polite or Integra would yell and scream and ground him. That was something Evan didn't want. He would have his bones taken away from him. With a hefty sigh the boy looked up at the blonde and blinked a few times. "The tooth fairy, that little she-devil." Shakes his head and pulls out a box full of teeth, but the instant her hand touched his his eyes darted up a little startled.

"She is a demon of the night, floating around the world thieving the teeth of children in order to plant them and grow skeletons. When we're old and dying she gets happy when people are buried seeing as they've done half the work. Once the earth has settled she does her little magic trick and awakens the seed inside our teeth. You know that hollow part? The root, it digs into the soil and grows like a tree. Thus the skeletons are born. She'll riot you know. Once there are no more teeth to be had." He was confused, but there was pure logic behind his answer, pure innocence behind the hardened and creepy exterior. "That is why I have kept my teeth in a tin. So the roots can't get a grip and grow, but I've been watching them."