Post by Alexis Parker on Jun 24, 2018 14:37:49 GMT
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Post by Beatrice Hero Selwyn on Jun 30, 2018 2:10:34 GMT
Days like these were some of Bea's favourites. Just sat with Alexis in the study room, each of them working on their own different thing that was completely unrelated to the other, but having some sort of companionship was always helpful.
They'd been friends ever since their first year when they'd sat next to each other in a couple of classes. Both girls were quiet by nature and had gravitated towards each other. Back then Bea has been forced to use a Quick Quotes Quill to take notes in classes, as it was before she'd been given her babelfish, and honestly she still wasn't convinced that Alexis had realised she was deaf straight away.
After Christmas break, Alexis was the person she'd found on the train - eager to hear her friend's voice for the first time. She'd been thrilled at just the simplest 'hello' from her. It was the first time either had heard the other speak, in reality, as it was something Bea had been loath to do during the first term. Not when she hadn't heard herself for years and wasn't really sure which shapes made which sounds anymore.
When Bea had found out that Alexis had learned sign language for her over the summer between their first and second years she'd cried. Unashamedly bawled at her friend as she told her what she'd been up to over the summer using BSL. No-one else had learned by choice before, always by necessity, and Bea knew from this action alone that the two would always be close friends. She couldn't let them ever not be after that.
Comfortable with the idea that Alexis would alert her should she need all of her senses present, Bea had actually removed one of babelfish for the afternoon. They were now swimming gently in the jar she'd sat on the table amongst all of the girls' books, and she'd laid her head down - the mute ear in the crook of her elbow as she faced her friend to see what she was saying.
«”They should make a quill you can use against a touchscreen,”» Bea signed back at a sideways angle, confident Alexis would pick it up anyway, «”Although would it be a quill still, without ink?”»
She looked back at her own studies, lazily. It was nothing for any class, but some language work she thought she'd try next. She'd learnt English and Welsh along with her BSL when she was younger, and then Latin, Greek, and Olde English from her family's extensive libraries before she'd come to Hogwarts. In the last few years she'd picked up German too (similar to olde english), as well as french (from Louis, Merlin bless him but at least they'd finally found something to bond over besides Violet). Now she was studying Italian, but she wasn't finding it particular stimulating, «”All Romantic languages are so similar,”» Bea signed, sighing deeply. She flipped another page of the tome, glancing over yet more familiar verbs, «”I feel like I know this already even though technically I've never looked at Italian before.”»
tagged: Alexis Parker
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notes: finding her ~voiceeeee