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Calvin Sharppe

    (04/21/2018 at 01:52)
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December 1947
Ministry Christmas Dinner

Calvin was an energetic nine year old. The small boy, who’s mother slicked back his hair to feign the illusion that her son could be tamed couldn’t hide the wild and restless energy inside of him. He had made it so far without getting out from his seat but now that dinner was mostly served and dessert was on the way, the urge to explore overtook his mother’s cautionary words to stay put. Cal snuck out to the kitchens without too many people noticing. Once inside, he didn’t even knock over anything. Except for a tiny tray of cupcakes.

The tray was asking for it, being so close to the side. And so flat and thin. If something wanted to stay put, it should be heavy and sturdy like a desk or table. But plop and down went the soft cakelike entities, rolling onto the linoleum floors where people stepped on the surface with their feet. He quickly rearranged everything back to its original state before anyone could notice, hiding under one of the silver decorating tables as the house elves came back to the station to gathered the trays. The waiters then proceeded to take the food outside for the guests, without a second glance. “No!” he shout-whispered, so that only he could hear. There was no way he could let someone eat something that had touched the ground- right?

Calvin followed carefully back into the banquet hall, his eyes following the tray, laser focused until it reached one of the tables closer to the stage. The waiters then doled out the pastries, one on each porcelain plate. His own table was farther back so at least his parents wouldn’t be able to see him crawling like a baby. Sitting in one of the seats was a girl, a couple years her junior. Crouching low, not caring if the trousers of his pants got wrinkled, Calvin whispered to her “Don’t eat that.” He hoped none of the adults heard him. He would get into big trouble if anyone found out.
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Virtue Hir

    (04/24/2018 at 00:28)
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Her dress for the night was particularly lovely, stitched up from red velvet with long sleeves and bright white lace that was charmed to shimmer subtly the way snow did in lamplight.  The man at the door had said she looked prettier than a princess, which even at seven had made the girl roll her eyes.  Contrary to what the storybooks had to say about it, any of the princesses she had seen actual photographs of were terribly plain, and Virtue Hir (especially in her red velvet dress with its shimmering white lace) was anything but that.

Other than being able to wear her dress (which, obviously, came with its own set of drawbacks), there wasn’t much good about these kinds of things.  Already, she had suffered through a boring soup course where Mr. Pontouffe had talked about his Cairo affairs, and his wife (Mrs. Pontouffe, of course) had talked for most of mains about stodgy old Ms. (she said her title like an insult) Saundersferry at the Natural History Museum and how terribly inconvenient it was that she was a muggle, for, why, if she only knew the half of it.  By the time the men in the sort of fancy suits came to take away that round of plates, Virtue was considering mutiny.

Save for cake.

Her red velvet dress not withstanding, desserts were the only thing that made dinners like this with her parents worth it at all, for the desserts, like the rest of it, were marvelously fancy.  The Hir girl held her palms together like prayer as the men in their sort of fancy suits reemerged with their trays and trays of little cakes.  Tonight, it seemed like the prettiest was coming to her plate.  Without even waiting for the grown ups, she picked up the correct fork, ready to dig in until a whispered voice gave her pause.

Don’t eat this?”  After a cursory glance at the grown-ups--none of them seemed to hear the voice, or see boy it was attached to, getting his pants dirty on the floor--she shot a whisper and a glance at the source of the noise.  Her fork hovered, glistening, in her hand.  “Are you quite daft?”
i wanna confess it in a whisper that's just loud enough to make out.
i want you to listen from the kitchen to me confessing on the couch.

Calvin Sharppe

    (04/24/2018 at 21:18)
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Everyone at the party was dressed in their finest attire. His mum donned a fur coat to match her long black sequin trained dress. His dad matching her with his suit. Calvin too, had looked rather dashing if he hadn’t crawled around the kitchen floor, dirtying the knees of his black trousers and wrinkled his shirt from tugging the ends in and out (He disliked being stuffed like a turkey but his mum insisted it be tucked in whenever her eye caught a loose shirt end). Standing out amongst them all was the girl with her bright red velvet colored dress. The kind to be very “proper” and wouldn’t ever dream of eating anything that had once touched a cold kitchen floor.

“Don’t eat this?”...“Are you quite daft?”

“Not unless you like eating lint and hair.” he retorted back, slightly offended that his words would be taken with such doubt. Calvin wasn’t used to having his words questioned. When he asked for something, he usually got it. When he had questions for his tutor, his teacher was always kind and patient, making sure to leave no stone unturned until he was satisfied. With his own parents, mum was stern but always respectful and his dad was nothing but filled with pride for his one and only son.

Sure, he got it. Everyone loved cake. Dessert was by far the best meal of the day. He ruined it by having dropped what she was looking forward to all day, onto the ground. Calvin was close to grabbing another tray from his own table to compensate if not for the fact that chances were he wouldn’t be allowed to leave the table again. So he stayed put, hands and knees on the floor, waiting. Couldn’t she see that he was only protecting her from his mistake? He pointed at the cupcake, hoping the stray bits that the icing picked up were enough to convince the girl to otherwise shove the sugar into her mouth. "I... I dropped the whole thing. Don't tell anyone."
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Virtue Hir

    (04/26/2018 at 01:39)
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“UnlessIliketoWHAT?!”

Virtue’s voice squeaked shrilly out in disbelief, causing her mother to raise an eyebrow in her direction.  She covered it quite cleverly and effectively with a short string of feigned sneezes, like the first might have just sounded a little more word-like than the rest.  When she judged the coast to be clear, she shot the boy on the ground an incredulous look which very plainly said do I look like the kind of girl who likes to eat lint and hair?

Very much like a small grown-up, she considered the boy.  Despite his rumpled state, he certainly looked like he belonged here and had not, as her mother might accuse if Virtue wasn’t careful to keep him secret, riff-raff who had wandered in off the street.  No, he looked quite nice, even with his dirty knees, and he had just saved her eating lint and hair.  Virtue decided not to squeal.  Instead, she raised a shimmery lace shoulder expectantly, silently asking for an explaination.

The one she got was not the one she wanted, though she supposed it made sense.

The girl’s face noticeably fell into something that was half a scowl for having her fun ruined and half a frown of genuine disappointment, for she had been looking forward to desserts all dreadful dinner.  She fitted the boy, nice though he was, with a look like he had squashed her hamster.

All of them?” she asked, chancing another whisper.  She had just begun to imagine him as some cake-wrecking monster when instead her expression crept into a grin, her eyes darting sidelong to look in her father’s direction.  As sneakily as she could, she pointed under cover of the table’s linen-draped edge in Mr. Hir’s direction.

She only mouthed the words, well-articulated enough to be read even through her devious grin.

Even his?
i fell in love 'cause no one saw me the way you did
and no one's seen me that way since
but for a short time that's how i lived

Calvin Sharppe

    (04/27/2018 at 15:18)
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The squeal of shock was squashed by the girl’s own hands, covered with feigned coughs and sputters of manners temporarily forgotten. It reminded Calvin of how he constantly had to hide his misdemeanors (from stained shirts to words he apparently wasn’t supposed to say?). Cal gave a toothy grinned response, dipping lower into the ground in case adults thought to look under the table and blame him as the culprit.

Grown ups comprised some of the most perceptive as well as ignorant people. Often he would find himself picked up by the collar like a disobedient dog, reprimanded for not following the constructs of society to the tee. Other times, like now, the extravagance and indulgence of a fancy pureblood party tinted adults with rose colored lenses so that even if Calvin committed a huge faux pas like dropping an entire tray of cupcakes onto the ground, not a single lash would bat in his direction.

“All of them?”

Somehow Calvin had become the bearer of bad news for this girl. His intentions weren’t malicious; of course they weren’t! What child would intentionally sabotage delicious sweet frosted cakes when there were plenty of vegetables and disgusting boiled dinner entrees to choose from? The fault was wholly on him and his clumsy self. His body, a growing and constantly changing entity. As soon as he thought he got a hang of his legs, they would grow or change, and he would have to adapt all over again. With a serious and remorseful look, Cal nodded. “The whole table.” At least it was only one table and not the entire party’s.

The red bowed girl pointed towards a serious looking man close by, questioning whether the confection on his plate was also contaminated. The image of a dignified Ministry man (that’s what Calvin assumed him to be. Some stuffy higher up who would laugh heartily with his father at serious business talk) eating a dusty cupcake that most likely held dirt and the footprints of kitchen elves made him crack out in a giggle. He nodded, not able to to contain his laughter no matter how many hands he held against his mouth. He was surely going to be outed now.
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