Shallow Skin {FRED} {COMPLETE!}

[eden]

i can paint with pain i mark the trails

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Swirling, turning, twisting, moving, shaping, changing. Everything was different and yet the same... all at once. Everything had a location, had a place of home and respite, and yet it was all here, sliding past their eyes as if it moved with the ebb and flow of the ocean itself. The world seemed to pass before them, shifting moments and forgotten memories. Worlds within worlds and all too distant pasts. Everything, as it would seem, was coming to a culmination in front of their very eyes. It was disorienting, maddening, and brilliant all at once. That was the feeling that swept over Eden when she apparated. The feeling left her befuddled and bewildered, and yet, strangely clearheaded.

She stumbled, before a firm hand grasped her by the arm and steadied her. She looked down, into dark eyes, filled with kindness and adoration, eyes that made her heart ache. She smiled faintly at her father, he too, was smiling, though his was more of the sympathetic nature. Apparating, was the easiest way for a man in his... state... to travel. Eden looked down at the wheelchair he was currently seated in and thought bitterly on the aspects and reasons for their visit to St. Mungos today. It was time for her father to be poked and prodded again with any number of wands and given even more potions. All of which would give him no comfort, would allow for nothing to be done and at the end of all his discomfort they would simply give him the same stock of potions and tell him there is still no magical cure for severed nerves. They would then look upon him with sad eyes and think to themselves, if only he'd been found sooner, he would be walking. If only his child had stayed, even though she was injured as well, and saw her father was alive, pulled him perhaps, to some amount of safety. He would be without this wheelchair. Eden sighed softly.

"Il mio piccolo angelo. Dammi un sorriso." {my little angel, give me a smile} Eden smiled to him faintly. He nodded then and turned his attention to the nurse they'd apparated in front of. He spoke, his Italian accent as thick as Eden's, though his voice was heady and deep. "Well, it seems I've come to the right locale... have I not? Pleasant to see you again Miss Anne..." She smiled brightly to him and told him that he was indeed in the correct place. She then turned to Eden and nodded to the young girl. Eden nodded back politely, but maintained her lack of eye contact with the woman.

It was not that she was displeased with the lady, it was merely... improper for the nurse to be so openly flirtatious with her father, a man who, by all accounts, was still wed to Eden's mother. Even if her mother was still in Italy, still-- Eden paused, burying the thought deep within her mind once more. Her mother was not someone she wished to think of at the moment, or more likely, ever again.

"Angelo?" {angel?} Marco spoke to her in an inquiring tone, gaining back Eden's attention. She blinked and looked to her father. "Si?" He chuckled softly, and motioned for her to follow the nurse and himself. She nodded silently and followed behind them, looking about as she did so. It was not as if she'd never been here before, seeing as they came twice (sometimes more) times a year to get her father looked at. Though it was no use really, they had been too late to save his ability to walk when they found him six years ago, they were too late to do any good now.

Eden had indeed been a curse upon her family. Had she been devoid of power (a squib as people call it) her mother would never have found out about her father's secret, her mother would not have gone mad with rage and sent herself out to purge Eden of the "demon inside of her" as she called it. As such, her father would have never leaped in front of his child to save her life, and been wounded to near fatality himself. Eden touched her side habitually, though the scar held no physical pain any longer, the emotional agony was at times... surmounting.

Marco seemed to sense that his child was thinking of such things and stopped, nearly causing Eden to run into the back of his wheelchair. He looked back at her, his dark swirling eyes peered deep into hers. He needed to say no words, for she knew exactly what he was attempting to convey. Eden nodded and smiled faintly to him. Her father didn't blame her for the viciousness of the past, she should not blame herself. But the truth of the matter was, had she not been as she was, her father would be walking now.

She walked behind him until they reached an exam room. The nurse asked kindly if she would wait outside as her father needed to disrobe and be examined. Eden nodded, once again, silent. She then sighed softly as she leaned against the wall and slid down it, arms resting on her knees and chin on her arms. Her father had said she did not need to accompany him, as everything was fairly standard. But Eden always came with him, when she could. Sometimes she was in school and was unable to, so when she was able, she was with him.

So here she sat, outside the door of the exam room, watching the passers by with little interest. While her father was laying on his stomach, his back being examined and spells being cast to see if anything could be done to allow him to walk once more. She began to hum a soft tune as she waited, wondering if something would ever fix her father's nerves. Wondering if he'd ever be honest with her about the pain he was in. Wondering if her sins could ever be forgiven.

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[marisa]

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[eden]

i can paint with pain - i mark the trails

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Time drew on as it normally did while Eden was here... slowly. Painfully. It was bad enough that her father was confined to a wheelchair, but these visits did nothing but crush his spirits. Eden could see it in his eyes when they left each time. He was broken and he could not be fixed. Eden continued to blame herself, even while she waited for the examination to be complete, she couldn't help but think back on the night that her father was injured.

Could she have stopped it? She had thought she was alone with her father, she wished to show him. It had been many months since she'd realized she could make small wonderment's of light transcend upon her. She was just trying to show her father something special to her. Had that been so terrible? Was it something worth dying for? Eden couldn't begin to comprehend the feelings welling with her mother as she came in and saw the bit of light. She had hoped her mother, too, would find it beautiful... see that she was not as horrible as a child as her mother had thought, perhaps... stop hating her so. But it was not the case, Eden was trapped, it seemed, by the hate bred within her mother's heart.

Eden had been lost in her pondering when the nurse came out of the exam room. Eden stood when she noticed she was there. "He is doing alright... we are going to be here a bit longer than expected. I suggest you go wait in the waiting room down the hall, it is much more comfortable than the floor." Eden sighed, nodded, and turned her attention to where the nurse had pointed, walking in that direction. She was not pleased that the visit would take longer than usual, she really just wanted to get out of here... she was not a fan of hospitals.

Walking into the waiting room, Eden took a seat in one of the chairs. She leaned back and closed her eyes, letting loose a rather long winded sigh. Hospitals were not her favorite places, though she assumed they weren't many others either. Who wanted to spend all day surrounded by the sick and dying? Even Nurses and Doctors didn't want to all day... it's why so many of them were bitter... and rude... and flirtatious with her father. Eden leaned forward, head in her hands.

The sudden eruption of an elephant's call knocked Eden out of her daze. She looked about, before leaning back and wondering if it was simply her imagination running wild with her again, though, in reality... this was a hospital for witches and wizards, there was no telling what people came into this place for. It was likely someone was turned into an animal in a duel or something... it was after all the wizarding world.

Eden was back to her bitter thoughts, thoughts of her father and the nurse, her mother in the sanitarium in Italy, the hatred she had for her daughter and even the hatred that Eden had for herself. Though, these thoughts did not last all to long, as the suddenly close sound of an elephant made Eden jolt upward and nearly out of her chair. She turned, wide eyed, to see what was sitting nest to her was a mixture between a human and an elephant. Eden blinked... what on Earth?

She peered over at the elephant boy as he looked down at the floor. Eden studied him over for a few moments before opening her mouth and speaking softly. "What is it like?" She asked, genuinely interested in what it would be like to be something else. She wouldn't exactly have chosen an animal... well, perhaps not an elephant, but she might have chosen a bird. Eden was fascinated with their ability to fly and never fall. Where she herself could fall at any time, to her death, were she in the air. She wondered if it was as interesting, being an elephant.

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[marisa]

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[eden]

i can paint with pain - i mark the trails

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Eden had spent the better part of her afternoon thinking of ways to pass the time while she waited for her father. She had brought a few books and even her sketch pad and journal with her, inside her messenger bag, yet all she had succeeded in doing so far was blame herself for her father being in the hospital in the first place. Which wasn't good, but a normal aspect of Eden's day. She seemed to blame herself a lot, even for things that were not entirely under her control.

She was happy to have at least a small distraction in the human elephant that was sitting a bit away from her. She looked at the intricate detailing of his, she was assuming it was a he... the voice was male, skin. She licked her lips for a moment before pulling out her sketch book, taking out long thing muggle art pencils. Regardless of the fact that she was a witch, she was raised for the first ten years of her life, as a muggle... as such, she'd become accustomed to the ways of some things. She did not mind writing with quill for school, but when it came to art, she much rather her muggle art pencils over the ink.

Not being able to hold back the slight smile at his lifting of his trunk, Eden's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of her teeth behind the rose hues. She did not smile often anymore, but for some reason, the warranted it, even if only a little. He seemed to be rather alright with the fact that he was more or less a miniature elephant. Eden was unsure as to whether or not she would have the same reaction. Pondering for a moment, Eden wondered exactly what spell was cast on him to make him be such. He seemed to be older than she, by his stature, but then again, Eden was much shorter than many males, even if she was 5'6" herself.

At his mentioning of "Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes", acknowledgment formed in Eden's features. She knew of the shop, it was the one near the end of Diagon Alley with that rather... well, obnoxiously large face tipping a hat to all the passer's by. Eden had mused to herself, many times in the past few weeks, as to why in the world they would need that large of a face for marketing purposes, but it seemed to fit and people really needed a laugh. Especially now.

Wait a moment... did that mean he was one of them? Eden's eyes narrowed, attempting to find the man within the - well - elephant. She tilted her head sideways. "So, you must be one of the brothers then... I remember hearing about you two and I was at the exams when you decided to nearly light Miss Umbridge on fire with your fireworks." She leaned back slightly, a sort of nostalgic air passed over her features. "I recall painting it later. As the colors were vibrant and utterly brilliant. As was the outcome, that woman was insufferable." Eden said, slightly amused at the remembrance of her face after the attack.

Her features turned a bit forlorn at his request for why she was here, when she did not seem to be ill or otherwise magically changed. "Well... I am here with my father. He was injured years ago and has to come here a few times a year to see if there is anything that can be done for it." She said, her words low and soft, almost as if she were ashamed of the reason. When in reality, she was not ashamed that they were there, merely ashamed that she was the cause of it. At least in her mind, she was.

She sighed then, rather decidedly. She was not going to spend the rest of her day huddled up and upset with herself. Her father would most surely get on to her sternly if he were to find out that she was doing such a thing. She looked to elephant Weasley and smiled once again, though this one was faint and in attempt to lighten to mood. She held up her sketch pad. "Would you mind... terribly... if I sketched you? You are one of a kind after all." She was sincere in her compliment and hoped it showed in her features, as well, she hoped he would accept.

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[marisa]

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[eden]

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She smiled softly to the person she now knew as "Fred". It had always been extremely difficult for people to tell the twins apart, even Eden... who wasn't someone that regularly conversed with them knew this. It was nice though, that he had told her which she was as it saved her from having to either guess or accidentally call him the wrong brother for their entire conversation. Which had likely happened to him before, but Eden didn't want to be one of the people who did such a thing.

Eden nodded, flushing a soft rose tint when he complimented the fact that she was artistic. Not many people actually knew that about her, so it was odd for her to hear a compliment on it that came from someone other than her family. Fred Weasley was very kind indeed, no wonder so many people looked up to him and his brother (as they were alike from what she could tell, in personality as well as appearance). She was pleased, to say the least, that the turn of events, landing them both within speaking distance of one another. It was a much better alternative to sitting alone and brooding.

She pondered for a moment, the thought of actually going into the Joke Shop. It wasn't exactly a place she'd ever been nor even thought of going into. She wasn't a prankster nor was she the type of student who really enjoyed getting out of class. She smiled softly though, because she would indeed stop by and let the Weasley twins see the painting of their last Hogwart's Masterpiece. Perhaps she'd even let them keep it... something to put in their shop, a little diagram of what their fireworks can do along with the fact that it held with it a bit of nostalgia. "That would be lovely... next time I am in Diagon Alley I will make sure to bring them with me and stop in." She said, smiling over at Fred once again.

She slid her fingers over the sketch paper for a moment before taking one of her finer pencils and beginning. She started drawing the outline of his ears and face, trunk, and so forth, before working on his body and other features. "So..." she asked, making conversation whilst she was drawing, "elephants? Will they be the only animals you'll have something for? Or is it going to be a wide variety of animals?" She took out her shading pencil and began doing the detailing of his clothes and such.

She continued to fill in the sketch as she watched him, watching his mannerisms and movements. Making the sketch more personable by mimicking his personality. She smiled softly. "Do you invent things often? Like candies and such? I hear about some of the things you have from other students and you seem to have a wide array. Is it things you purchase from vendors or do you actually sit down and create and design the things you sell in your store?" She was genuinely interested in his work, seeing as, if he did indeed invent things, he must be very creative... and Eden always seemed to get along with creative people.

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[marisa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Her smile was contagious and he couldn’t help but smile back at the girl, even though he was pretty elephant-like. He wasn’t sure how they were going to fix him and he glanced at the watch on his wrist every so often. Fred wasn’t the most patient Weasley out of the lot. That was more of George’s thing. He half-wished that his brother was here with him too, but he was stuck manning the store. It wasn’t like they could just shut down whenever they wanted. Well, they could. Their customers always came back, but they still didn’t do that very often. Part of him wanted to tell her that he was George before to mess with her, but it was a little hard to do that without the other twin around. It was still a fun kind of game that he loved to play. He doubted that she would be able to tell them apart if George was with him though, so he made a mental note to get her next time instead. The soft flush on her face made his eyes twinkle mischievously. He loved bring out that reaction in people, women especially. It always gave him a bit of a thrill and it explained why he was somewhat of a flirt at times. She deserved the compliment though. He admired her ability to paint. She was good company to have and he was glad that he was conveniently seated beside her. Being an elephant wasn’t exactly the best way to get a conversation started. Well, it could be, but not a normal conversation. He found this to be relatively normal given the circumstances they were under. He wondered if she would indeed come to the shop. Of course he would love seeing her again and he imagined that George wouldn’t mind in the slightest. George liked his women as much as Fred did, and they usually had similar taste. He was almost positive that his brother would like her. A satisfied smile was on his lips as he listened to her talk. She had agreed to stop by his store and he was sure that he could convince her to buy at least one thing. There were a lot of things that ladies enjoyed in the store. Also, not all of the objects in the store were dedicated for pranking. Most of them were, but a few things like the quills and Pygmy Puffs were pretty mild. The thought of her leaving with a Skiving Snackbox amused him to no end. It completely thrilled him as she started sketching him. He never really watched anyone draw before. It was more exciting than he thought it would have been. She was good too, which made it even more entertaining to watch. In front of his eyes was the outline of his appearance and Merlin, did he really look like that? He couldn’t help but feel the appearance of an elephant didn’t suit him all that much. Maybe next time he would have gone with a zebra or something, maybe a cheetah. She asked about his appearance and he let out a snort. “No, elephants are not the only animals. The consumer can turn into anything on the list we’d provide with the candy, and it would be a little less extreme than this.” He explained, waving his trunk in the air for emphasis. ”They would only appear similar to the animal, like ears and maybe snout and such. They wouldn’t be turning into the animal. This trunk is pretty wicked though.” His laugh came out as the trumpeting sound, which only made him laugh a bit harder. The MediWitches would have to care for him soon if they didn’t want him to be any more disruptive. As if on cue, a man came out with a vile of some kind and handed it to Fred. The MediWizard gave him a questioning look before telling him to drink it and walking off. Fred looked down at the potion, not wanting to drink it until Eden was completely done sketching him. He didn’t want to ruin the sketch for her, especially because it was of him. Never in his life did he have anyone draw him before and it was pretty neat. She asked about his inventions and he grinned once again. “George and I are always coming up with new things. We don’t purchase anything. We create everything ourselves from scratch. Most of the ideas are purely ours too, but we have recreated some things.” He explained, the potion gripped loosely between his two elephant feet. “Whenever you’re done with the sketch, I’ll drink this,” he told her, glancing at the sketch again. He was impressed by how good it was turning out.

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[eden]

i can paint with pain - i mark the trails

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Eden watched him, while she sketched. Her pencil moving fluidly over the sketch paper as she did so. There was something so, free, about this person. She couldn't quite comprehend how he could be so easy going. Though, it was likely just his personality that made him this way. In light of the events happening in the wazarding world, she supposed it was a good thing to be so happy, even with something as apparently unnerving as being turned into the elephant man. She had to admire him, for his ability to find the amusing in the mess of it all. Yes, she found herself admiring him and enjoying having met him as well.

"That sounds interesting, will you be doing mythical and magical creatures as well? Like Dragons and Unicorns or will you be sticking to muggle animals?" She asked him. It would be interesting if they had the ability to give a human a unicorn horn and silver hair. Or give them a scaly face and the ability to puff smoke from their nose, or perhaps even a bit of fire. Of course, not a good amount, seeing as that particular one would be a bit of a liability. She mused for a moment, before remembering that she was actually sketching him and not just carrying on a conversation with him. She chuckled inwardly.

She switched pencils, this time moving onto the shading pencil, so that she could ad a bit of depth and resolution to the image she was drawing. It wouldn't be as good as say, a magical portrait, seeing as it would not move, but, she rather liked how it was coming out. She truly believed she caught his essence and his personality in the laid back, amusing little position she sketched him in. Yes, she was finding herself rather pleased with the sketch.

She took a moment to actually look at the trunk before chuckling softly. "I could imagine it partially makes up for the fact that you don't have opposable thumbs." She said, motioning with her pencil to his hoofs, that had to make picking anything up near impossible. She set down her shading pencil and took out her smudge stick, preparing to put a few more finishing touches on her sketch before she was finished. She wondered, idly, if Fred would like to keep the sketch, she would certainly ask him when she'd completed it.

She nodded softly to the nurse as she walked by, not exactly remembering the woman's name, but she'd seen her here before. After all, this was far from Eden's first visit to the hospital, though she'd never actually been there for herself. Always in hopes of her father healing somehow. She cleared her throat softly, getting back to smudging. She could only imagine how increasingly uncomfortable it was to be an elephant when you're used to being a human. So she wanted to hurry, so he could drink his potion and be free of his overly large ears and alarmingly adorable trunk.

She sighed rather definitively, looking over her sketch and smiling. She then motioned toward the potion. "You may drink it now, if you'd like. I am finished with the sketch." She said with a soft smile, flipping her notebook around so that he could see the completed work. She beamed brightly, an odd sort of emotion for her, but she was a bit proud of her art work at times and usually was ever pleased with her ability to do so.

She sighed softly, turning the picture back around to her and sliding her fingers over it gently, before looking up to Fred and smiling once more. "Would you like to keep it? I would be glad to give it to you if you would like." She said to him softly as she put her pencils back in their appropriate places in her case and slipped the case back into her bag with the rest of her things.

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[marisa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Fred waited patiently while she sketched. He tried his hardest not to fidget or move. Being patient was not something he was good at and this took a lot of concentration for him. He wished that she could draw faster but mentally scolded himself at the thought. She was interested enough in him and the product to want to draw him, and he was going to let her. Every so often he glanced at the paper, curious how it was coming out. The fact that it stayed still and did not move amazed him. It was so different than the art he was used to. He still liked it though and silently admired her for being able to do such a thing. She asked if he would be doing mystical creatures and he grinned. “Of course” He said, knowing that many wizards and witches would want to be the creatures of their world over the Muggle ones. Personally he found the Muggle ones to be pretty brilliant though too. There were just so many creatures, so the product had to be limited to about ten or fifteen. One would simply eat the candy of the animal they wanted to transform to and they’d become it. Only, not in the sense that they would be sitting in St. Mungos like Fred. Next time George was going to be the tester, not him. “Dragons would be fun, especially breathing out fire.” His eyes sparkled as the idea rolled through his mind. There would have to be a way to breath the fire without it actually being dangerous. He would have to talk to over with George. Even though he already knew that his twin would love the idea. When she switched pencils he looked over at the pad again curiously. He didn’t know why she switched, but she seemed to be shading the drawing now. Fred noted the man, or him rather, in the sketch to appear very laid back. This made him grin. She seemed to get the idea of what he was like after only being with him a short while. Immediately he had liked her, but now he was really hoping he would see her around again. She would be great for George if she did come around the shop and he would love to introduce the two. His brother had similar taste to him, so he assumed naturally that George would like her. Eden said how the trunk makes up for not having opposable thumbs and Fred trumpeted in a light laugh. It did make up for it a little, but he would take his thumbs any day. Again Fred patiently waited for her to finish the drawing, resisting all of his urges to stampede around or get up. There was also that strong craving for hay and he couldn’t help but hope she finished the sketch soon. He was getting hungry and didn’t want hay to be on the menu for tonight. His eyes shifted to look at the potion between his two elephant-like feet. The potion probably tasted horrible and with his trunk he reached down and took the potion, almost dropping it. She said that he could drink it and no sooner did she say it he lifted the vile to his mouth and downed it. He shuddered when he finished it. That was no pumpkin juice. Immediately he could feel his features getting smaller, his ears especially. His bones felt like they were shifting in his body and he couldn’t help but cringe at how weird the feeling was. This would take some getting used to, he imagined. In a few short moments though he had hands. He stuck his right hand out and flipped it over a few times then wiggled his fingers. Next he stood up, testing his legs. “Wicked,” he muttered, reaching up to feel that his facial features were all back to their normal sizes. She asked if he wanted to keep the drawing and he nodded sheepishly. No one had ever drawn him before and he planned on hanging it in his room to admire it. “I’d love to, if you don’t mind,” he said, taking it from her hands. “I have to get back to the shop and help George, so I have to leave.” He frowned a little, wishing that he could stay and keep her company. He watched her pack up and put a hand lightly on her shoulder. “I hope everything is okay with your father, it was really nice meeting you, Eden.” He grinned his infamous grin and removed his hand from her. “Thank you again,” He said before turning and leaving the hospital, planning how he was going to get back at George for this one, of course not before he showed him the drawing though.

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