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Things My Heart Used to Know - Cordelia Fawley - August 1, 2020
July 4th, 1890 — Sanditon Soiree
It seemed rather ridiculous that she was openly enjoying herself at Fudge's family's resort, but Cora even had to admit to herself, they threw an alright party. An odd concept for dance cards but at least, the witch figured, she wouldn't be left alone all night and subject to ridicule.
That her dress was new from Lytton also gave her cause to sport a rather smug grin on her face. It disappeared and dissolved into a pleasant smile once she took in her next dance partner. "A Mr. Zabini, am I right to presume?" she asked, extending her dance card slightly by way of explanation of her boldness.
RE: Things My Heart Used to Know - Savino Zabini - August 1, 2020
“Perfectly right,” Savino said, smiling bright at the young lady who approached him. Random or not, it mattered little to him whom he was to dance with; he knew scarcely anyone here.
As he offered her his hand and held her lightly by the waist with his other, in preparation for the waltz, he was able to survey her a little closer, whether it was the contact or the closeness or the features of her face, something about her struck him. He had meant to ask her her name and compliment her dress before the music struck up, before he did anything else, but the surprise had seen him flinch fractionally, and he felt bound to explain himself to her.
“This may sound rather strange, Miss,” Savino remarked, apology written all over his face and in his tone - so that she did not just think he was an audacious flirt! - “but you seem familiar. I believe I might have had a dream about you recently.” There was no easy way to launch into an explanation of it, truly!
As he offered her his hand and held her lightly by the waist with his other, in preparation for the waltz, he was able to survey her a little closer, whether it was the contact or the closeness or the features of her face, something about her struck him. He had meant to ask her her name and compliment her dress before the music struck up, before he did anything else, but the surprise had seen him flinch fractionally, and he felt bound to explain himself to her.
“This may sound rather strange, Miss,” Savino remarked, apology written all over his face and in his tone - so that she did not just think he was an audacious flirt! - “but you seem familiar. I believe I might have had a dream about you recently.” There was no easy way to launch into an explanation of it, truly!
RE: Things My Heart Used to Know - Cordelia Fawley - August 2, 2020
It was not normal for someone to tell her (or any other person for that matter) outright they'd had a dream about her recently. Especially seeing as she was certain she didn't know him (though she knew of his relatives).
As they went through the motions of the dance, Cora's expression faltered and she leaned away from him instinctively. "I don't think that's an exceptionally appropriate topic to start with during a dance, Mr. Zabini, do you?" she said, an edge to her voice though she fought to keep her expression neutral. "Plus, how could you have had a dream about me, we've never met to my recollection."
As they went through the motions of the dance, Cora's expression faltered and she leaned away from him instinctively. "I don't think that's an exceptionally appropriate topic to start with during a dance, Mr. Zabini, do you?" she said, an edge to her voice though she fought to keep her expression neutral. "Plus, how could you have had a dream about me, we've never met to my recollection."
RE: Things My Heart Used to Know - Savino Zabini - August 5, 2020
She was immediately on her guard, which was fair enough. Savino had toyed with the problem of telling people things that would occur often enough to be familiar with both sides; after all, he still hadn’t told his own family about the future (or lack of one) he saw for himself.
Still. This dream had been too confusing to truly untangle, and he felt he could use the subject’s help, if she did not break off in the middle of the waltz and flee the scene. “No, indeed,” he assured her swiftly, “- but I - sometimes I See things, if you understand me - and those are not so like ordinary dreams. And I am quite sure it was your face, something in your future.” He shut his eyes for a split-second to conjure the scene. It had been quite a mess; he struggled for a moment to describe it in English words - and he would stop if she didn’t want to hear it. “But there was a - lot of swirling colour around you, a storm of colour.”
Still. This dream had been too confusing to truly untangle, and he felt he could use the subject’s help, if she did not break off in the middle of the waltz and flee the scene. “No, indeed,” he assured her swiftly, “- but I - sometimes I See things, if you understand me - and those are not so like ordinary dreams. And I am quite sure it was your face, something in your future.” He shut his eyes for a split-second to conjure the scene. It had been quite a mess; he struggled for a moment to describe it in English words - and he would stop if she didn’t want to hear it. “But there was a - lot of swirling colour around you, a storm of colour.”
RE: Things My Heart Used to Know - Cordelia Fawley - August 7, 2020
It was certainly hard to concentrate on anything except his words, and Cora found herself rather annoyed. She was here to enjoy the dance and rub in the fact that her dress was prettier than Holliday's. Was that too much to ask for?!
Clearly.
She was prepared to completely ignore the crazy man until it was over, but her...gift had something completely different in mind, and she was entranced by the taste and color his voice left: a light citrus flavor, though that wasn't the peculiar part. His voice looked like mist...something she'd never seen before. It was as if someone had reached out and blurred out the colors of the canvas that made up the entire room.
Cora gripped his hand tightly, though she was hardly aware of it. "Color?" She repeated, her voice faltering. "What...what kinds of colors?" This couldn't be. This wasn't happening.
Clearly.
She was prepared to completely ignore the crazy man until it was over, but her...gift had something completely different in mind, and she was entranced by the taste and color his voice left: a light citrus flavor, though that wasn't the peculiar part. His voice looked like mist...something she'd never seen before. It was as if someone had reached out and blurred out the colors of the canvas that made up the entire room.
Cora gripped his hand tightly, though she was hardly aware of it. "Color?" She repeated, her voice faltering. "What...what kinds of colors?" This couldn't be. This wasn't happening.
RE: Things My Heart Used to Know - Savino Zabini - August 22, 2020
The feel of her hand grasping his only made the feeling stronger, though he too might have liked to be left to enjoy the waltz. But the dreams he dreamt had their own agenda, and something seemed to have resonated with her.
“Strange colours,” Savino murmured, as they moved past another couple, “colours that weren’t really there. But they had - tastes and sounds?” It sounded odd even to his ears. Maybe it made just as little sense to her. “And then everything was distorted by... a flash of light, I think, some kind of spell, something happening soon.” He still didn’t know what the colours meant, but he was certain - more certain by the moment - that it had been her face, particularly. “I’m sorry,” he said, apologetic again. He hadn’t had time to interrogate it in tea leaves or tarot. “I don’t know exactly what it meant.”
“Strange colours,” Savino murmured, as they moved past another couple, “colours that weren’t really there. But they had - tastes and sounds?” It sounded odd even to his ears. Maybe it made just as little sense to her. “And then everything was distorted by... a flash of light, I think, some kind of spell, something happening soon.” He still didn’t know what the colours meant, but he was certain - more certain by the moment - that it had been her face, particularly. “I’m sorry,” he said, apologetic again. He hadn’t had time to interrogate it in tea leaves or tarot. “I don’t know exactly what it meant.”
RE: Things My Heart Used to Know - Cordelia Fawley - September 22, 2020
Every word out of his mouth was a rope curling tighter and tighter around her midriff, threatening to yank her away from him. The worst part was Cora wanted it to. Only her etiquette training prevented her mildly alarmed expression from transforming into a mask of pure horror.
Even from what she saw she couldn't escape. And if this man could come so close to figuring out her secret, then what would she do if it fell into the wrong hands? She would be labeled a freak of nature and a complete outcast. Of course, there were people like Seneca who were Metamorphmagi that — from what little she'd gleaned from her early muggle studies classes — would label her friend the freak. But in wizarding society, even though some others found the gift odd, at least it was established in their society.
"We — I believe we are done here, I believe, Mr. Zabini. Honestly, I find people like you to be rather unsettling, so forgive me if we part ways with a simple 'farewell'."
Even from what she saw she couldn't escape. And if this man could come so close to figuring out her secret, then what would she do if it fell into the wrong hands? She would be labeled a freak of nature and a complete outcast. Of course, there were people like Seneca who were Metamorphmagi that — from what little she'd gleaned from her early muggle studies classes — would label her friend the freak. But in wizarding society, even though some others found the gift odd, at least it was established in their society.
"We — I believe we are done here, I believe, Mr. Zabini. Honestly, I find people like you to be rather unsettling, so forgive me if we part ways with a simple 'farewell'."
RE: Things My Heart Used to Know - Savino Zabini - September 23, 2020
People like him! He didn’t know if she meant that she thought him a freak or what he’d said had struck enough of a chord that she trusted he had seen something about her, but unfortunately Miss Fawley spared no time to explain the strange swirling colours. Well, at least he had tried; Savino gave her an obliging bow and murmured his farewells before moving on.