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 you burn so brightly;, Dominic Maestro
Miriam Strout
Posted: Feb 15 2012, 11:14 PM


played by liberty -------------------- 5th year
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Miriam wasn't the sort to spend all her time in the common room. If you didn't find her on the grounds examining or tending to one plant or another or traipsing around with her group of friends, in which case, you might not want to find her, then it was most likely you would find her in the basement. It so happened that these activities usually took up all her time, but she had the pleasure of being able to sit leisurely. She would have been outside, in fact, she yearned for the sun to be warming her hair as her hands raked the soil, but she couldn't. It was in herbology, perhaps ironically, that she'd debilitated her ability to work with plants this afternoon. She'd ignored the need for dragon hide gloves and ended up burning her hands. A forced trip to the hospital wing had healed the wounds and had earned her a salve to apply to stop the pain. Additionally, Miriam had her own salve with which to heal herself, hoping the additional application would heal her hands faster.

They were functional, but still quite raw, and not at all suitable for gardening. It would be far more painful than it was worth. The only activity she could lay claim to at the moment was largely domestic and fully productive. It usually wasn't afforded. Idleness was never productive and therefore never prudent for a girl like her. She was mending the holes that had appeared as if from nowhere in the wooliest of her sweaters. It was one of her favorites, given the quality, and she would not be able to last the winter without it.

Unaware of where her friends were, it so happened that they did have their own, independent lives despite the strong association with one another they held. Having had a free period, Miriam had actually finished all her homework for once, albeit, her Potions essay wasn't exactly a masterpiece and her Charms work may have had a few mistakes as she did it without referring to the text at every turn, but it was done to her level of satisfaction. She'd already read the herbology book she'd checked out of the library and found it useless to reread her book of magical creatures, having already memorized its contents. Perhaps I'll find some more exotic book, she thought to herself as she reclined on the couch, darning the sweater slowly.

Not one to be hyper aware, Miriam wasn't one to take too much notice of those around her. However, an activity such as mending didn't exactly take a lot of brain power and she found herself being much more observant than she was used to. People, as they passed through the common room or took a seat in it, were noted and she actually found interest in others' lives to some extent. Usually she brushed them all off in favor to focus on herself or her friends, but this was an alright experience. She'd leave as soon as Marjorie or Daisy or one of the others called for her though. She noticed Maestro, Dominic she thought his name was, coming through.


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Dominic Maestro
Posted: Feb 27 2012, 10:54 PM


played by emily -------------------- 6th year
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While most of the boys and girls of Hogwarts were out enjoying their free afternoons by now, Dominic was in a foul mood. Fouler perhaps then he needed to be but it wasn’t his fault, or that was what he kept telling himself as he stomped through the hallways. Today it was turning out, was not going to be a good day for one Dominic Maestro. His classes had gone perfectly ordinary that he could remember. It was just his typical day with the professors droning on and notes to be taken down. The Hufflepuff paid attention for about half of the glass – as was his usual manner – before letting his mind wander off into his own little world. Musical notes and lyrics coming far easier then transfiguration ever did to him. When Dominic got out of his second class everything seemed to change though.

All he could remember truthfully was grabbing his things from his seat, slinging them over his shoulder, walking briskly out of the classroom and down the hall. Had he bumped the older Slytherin boy a little harsher or even on purpose? No of course not. But the next thing Dominic knew, words went flying back and forth, no apology had been given, even though he had been demanded to give one, and the next thing he knew he was on the floor. A short but nasty fight between a much stronger and older boy wasn’t what Dominic had planned to do today but then again when was he really in control of his life? After picking up his scattered books and things – some of which were flying around the corridor thanks to a stupid jinx one of the other boy’s friends had placed on it as a prank – Dominic was blooded, battered, and beyond annoyed. He had wanted to go out into the grounds for some quiet time with his muse and notepad of music after his work from Transfiguration class but after the fight all of a sudden Dominic didn’t really feel like working anymore.

Shoving his bag back over his shoulder, Dominic held his head down trying not to make any sort of eye contact with the others he passed. By the way he could tell he looked a mess. And at the present moment he really didn’t feel like charming himself clean. So his robes and pants were battered, it didn’t mattered much to him. It wasn’t until the little trickle of blood fell off his head that Dominic finally but a hand up to his face for the first time. His hair was a mess and he was sure his face looked like hell but what bothered him more than anything was the bloody nose and cut he had on his right cheek. Or was it all the same blood on his hands from one wound? Grumbling under his breath the whole way back to his common room Dominic couldn’t help but wish he knew more jinxes. After saying the password to enter the common room, Dominic stormed in, looking for the nearest chair he could find. Let his fellow badgers look and comment on him, that for whatever reason the boy didn’t care so much about. He was somewhat safe here; unlike in the corridors to check out the damage he had gone though. Dropping his things down, Dominic started to softly point over his nose, trying to make sure he didn’t have a broken one now. As he did though, he noticed a pair of eyes watching him more than any other. “What? Haven’t you seen someone after a fight?” Dominic snapped.


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Miriam Strout
Posted: Mar 1 2012, 11:10 PM


played by liberty -------------------- 5th year
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Miriam was startled. She hadn't thought she'd been staring or anything too noticeable, but apparently, he'd noticed. Taken aback, her eyes widened. She didn't know Maestro by anything but reputation, but he suddenly reminded her of one of the rougher boys in Hufflepuff, except, they tended to stay out of her way and even be polite to her, given how she was usually the one patching them up after fights, but she'd witnessed their fights and Dominic definitely reminded her of their aggression what with the tone of his voice. "Sorry," she said lowly at last to him, frowning. "Think I see it too frequently, actually," she said darkly. Never mind him, if he didn't know, but she was bothered frequently enough to heal one person or another and it so happened that fights were probably the source of all these various bruises and cuts and fractures she was met with.

Giving him the once over, he wasn't too bad. If he was, he'd be writhing in pain and in the hospital wing by now. He still looked pretty roughed up, though, not the worse that could have been inflicted. He must not have made his opponent incredibly angry, just enough. "I was just wondering if you wanted help, I suppose," she shrugged, looking back own at her mending. As thread passed through cloth to close up the rips in her second hand clothes, she made a point to no longer look at how bad he looked - blood everywhere and generally disheveled. "I can heal cuts pretty good," she said nonchalantly, still not looking at him. Let him figure it out on his own if he wants, she figured. He was older, anyways, maybe he was right to fix his own self up. Miriam couldn't help but feel sorry for him, though, despite the fact that she thought it was stupid anyone get in these fights at all. Knowing them to usually be centered around stupid conflicts, she didn't doubt this was any less petty. "But I suppose you can clean yourself up, can't you?" she asked, only a little sarcastic as she used her wand to finish her seam so she could start on the next rip.

"Hope you're not cut up too bad though," she said, the gentle chiding undertone present. Miriam frequently lectured on the pointlessness of fighting, when people would give her the time of day. Usually they pretended to listen as she fixed them up then continued to nod out of gratitude, but it just went in one ear and out the other, she swore. "It'd be a shame. I bet it was something dumb that got you that, too," she added, her eyes flickered to him once more before she determinedly set them on her sweater, focusing on not staring intently at his wounds.


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Dominic Maestro
Posted: Mar 9 2012, 02:53 PM


played by emily -------------------- 6th year
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Glaring over at his fellow housemate, she had a look of familiarity but a name was escaping his lips or mind at the present moment. Of course that could be because his head was pounding and all he could really think about was how fully annoyed he was at the present moment. He had to breathe; relax and let everything just slip into some kind of stupid memory he would let himself forget about in a week or two. Well besides the cuts, those might last a little while longer. Running a slow hand over his hair, he was sure he was messing it up more so then it was but Dominic didn’t care. Let him look like a madmen right now, it wasn’t that far from the truth that the current moment. He was angry, hurt, and completely helpless. Yet in the back of his head all he could think about was how great these emotions could work for that third movement of his next score he was working on. That was after the headache went away of course.

Grumbling under his breath, Dominic’s hands moved slowly from the back of his head over the top before finally settling over his face just long enough to cover his eyes, letting his the light to disappear for those brief but useful seconds. He needed to calm down a little. Relax. Just then he heard Miriam lowly replay with an apology, causing his stomach to twist and his voice to groan out a little louder. Rolling his head back, Dominic went from feeling bad to worse. It wasn’t her fault for looking now was it? He shouldn’t have snapped at her like that and he knew it. Guilty now added to his list of pains, Dominic turned back to look over at the fellow badger. “No, I’m sorry,” Dominic said; his tone nothing near sympathetic but instead bordering on sarcastic even though he really was sorry. “I shouldn’t have snapped like that. I’m just…having I really bad day.” Dominic stated the obvious now.

Checking out his arm now, Dominic winced as he found a pretty nasty cut still bleeding just below his wrist. Feeling his way up his arm Dominic was glad to see nothing was broken but when he touched his shoulder he found two sore spots – in the back and the other in the front. Those would certainly turn black and blue in no time. Already disgruntled by one arm’s diagnosis, Dominic flopped his arm back down and decided he didn’t really want to know what was going on with the rest of him. Pulling his sleeve down to try and stop the cut Dominic decided to just start there. Tugging and pulling, Dominic gave a little chuckle to himself when he heard the girl start talking again. Listening in, Dominic looked up to see she had gone back to her work as well. Fixing a sweater it appeared like, Dominic stopped his fussing as he listened to her offer. Of course he needed help, but he didn’t want to just ask for it. Although, thinking about it as she ignored him, she was the one offering here right? And she says she was pretty good at healing cuts.

Looking down at his hand again, Dominic wrinkled his nose a little. No one would ever say Dominic was good at this sort of thing. A quick patch up was the best he could hope for on his own and he would suffer through the rest. He could clean himself up, but that didn’t mean he would like it. Snorting a little in annoyance Dominic looked back over to the girl and looking her over thoroughly. Maybe she was making it up, about being good at healing, or maybe she was telling the truth. Either way, Dominic knew he would probably be in better hands then his own. She looked younger, and that was when the memory started to click. Maybe it was all the adrenaline from the fight waning down but Dominic remembered hearing about a group of Hufflepuff girls and one of them was good at healing. What was her name again? His mind rushing all over the place, he couldn’t place the names but he was almost sure this had to be her. “Oh alright. I mean…if you’re offering. I can’t see why a…a little help will hurt.” Dominic said. “Although I didn’t do anything for this…so yes it was dumb!” he added quickly, staring at Miriam as she continued to work on her sweater.


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Miriam Strout
Posted: Mar 11 2012, 10:04 PM


played by liberty -------------------- 5th year
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Miriam didn't bother looking up from her sweater again, concentrating instead on the needle and rip. If she got distracted as she did this, she might mess it up and have to start over again. As used to this activity as she was, she wasn't inclined to perform it more than necessary. There was better things to do than occupy herself with sewing. Sometimes she wished she could afford to buy new things once her old ones were worn out, being hand me downs, but she couldn't and there was no changing facts. "Indeed," she deadpanned in response to him. There was no need for her to show him any sympathy where he granted her none.

While she wasn't looking, his fussing was quite apparent through the small noises that came from the boy's direction and Miriam giggled to herself upon hearing it. He's having quite the time, she thought to herself. He sounded less like he was healing himself and more like he was wrestling with a niffler.

"Offer?" she asked sardonically. "I wasn't offering. I was stating a fact," she said in a bored tone. If he were to be such a sour puss about his condition, she didn't see why she should offer him her help. She put her mending down anyways with a sigh and brushed herself off slowly before standing up, reminding herself that boys matured at a slower pace and so he might have had the mentality of a child and children were petulant creatures. It perhaps was not exactly wise to act so irreverent with someone older than her she didn't know. Taking his injuries into account, he might have proven to be violent, but Miriam was much too heedless of social norms to think of this.

Her maternal urges, however, allowed her to take her guard down and cease her offended manner. There was no need to carry through with it, even if she were slightly insulted he could be so callow. She didn't care for him anyways, but she could feel compassion where it was needed, and looking upon his injuries, it certainly was needed. "You poor thing," she said gently, eyes widening, forgetting herself, and forgetting him as well. For a moment, she forgot he'd probably been a stupid boy like all the rest and gotten into a fight for all the wrong reasons to warrant these cuts. Instead, she felt like he was a small, innocent boy who'd just gotten knocked over by some brute.

Snapping out of it, Miriam looked up and her eyes narrowed once more. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "You sure you didn't deserve it? People usually don't rough people up without reason." Before he could answer, she took her wand out of her robes and began to tend to his wounds slowly. She started with his knuckles, working her way up his arms, muttering under her breath spells like, "Tergeo," and, "Episkey." She started with the shallower cuts if only because it was more mindless work. There was no need to display too much sympathy for his state.


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