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Post by andrew on Oct 16, 2011 2:43:00 GMT -5
Ned had to laugh softly at that; it was true, Signe was definitely a lot more caring towards Alyssa than he would have thought she'd be, and he appreciated it. Actually, he more than appreciated it. It wasn't common knowledge, since him and dating weren't the same thing, but if he ever did decide, like almost now, that he would try and bring a new woman into his life, Alyssa would have to get along with her. No doubt about that there. "I noticed. Try not to spoil her too much, will you? I'm afraid she'll be a total monster otherwise." He was half-joking, of course; he would be keeping an eye on her as always. Luckily, she wouldn't be getting any rebelious ideas for a while still, so he was safe from any teenage issues for a couple of years. Once those started, he would probably go grey. He could already see it.
Speaking about real estate made him realize that, as Alyssa grew, he would probably have to move from their current location directly at Vineheart to a different one. "I definitely know what you mean, it's horrible. But this reminds me that I should probably start looking at real estate myself. When Alyssa gets bigger, she'll probably want more space and I don't think she'll enjoy being in close proximity of Vineheart all the time." His mind would have buzzed through possibilities, but that would have been rude, so he focused on Signe instead, smiling in an amused fashion. "Well, I would have never guessed. I bet you were a great tour guide."
His meal was coming to a close just as well as her own. Ned wasn't someone who would eat a whole lot, usually he forgot about meals when he was working, something his secretary kept reminding him of, unfortunately. The poor woman would probably go white before the year was done. "I'm glad you like it," he said to Signe simply once she finished and complimented it, putting his own silverware down as well. The music drifting through the small restaurant was quiet and almost gentle; some people were already dancing. On impulse, Ned put his napkin down. "Do you dance, Miss Ragnor?" he asked, smiling as he stood and offered her a hand, "And even if you don't - would I be able to persuade you to dance with me?"
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Post by signe astrid ragnor on Oct 16, 2011 10:18:41 GMT -5
Signe felt robbed having been raised as an only child. Sure, she had Brynlee and her siblings that she considered her own, but there was something to be said for actually being blood kin to someone. Raising a child was a different story, but when it came down to like having nieces or nephews, she knew she never would have her own. Sure, she wanted her own children one day, but she didn’t have any other children in her life to spoil – that was why it came out when she was around Alyssa. ”I’ll do my best, not making any promises though.” She said teasingly, with a wink. She felt it was a good, yet blatantly obvious, thing that whomever he decided to date, when he did, that whomever the lucky woman was got along famously with Alyssa. That was the thing with choosing to enter into something with a person who already had children – it’s a package deal; love me, love my kids thing.
Nodding her head, she understood where he was coming from. ”That was one thing with us having to get a bigger space, obviously. Wida has children, Brynlee and I do not. A simple apartment would not suffice.” Shaking her head at the thought, she silently cursed herself at the fact that she was not closer with their new housemate. Sighing softly, she turned her attention back to Ned. ”If all goes well, however, I do plan on being out on my own. It’s not necessarily that things aren’t crowded, especially not now that we have the space, but I’ve lived with Brynlee for ten years now. Besides, Wida has her children, as well as a fiancée. I know it’s not like he’s moving in, but I just feel as though giving them the option to have more privacy would be better.” Shrugging her shoulders, she didn’t really know what else to add. Of course, she hadn’t spoken about any of that train of thought with Brynlee yet – the last thing she wanted to do was upset her best friend.
”Oh yes, I was the best tour guide the city had to offer.” She said with an amused grin. Luckily, her OCD didn’t kick in under personal pretenses or she would have been all set and stacking their plates and silverware in a neat pile for the server, but she simply sat back, letting the music fill her head as it drifted by them. ”I did very much enjoy it, thank you again.” She watched his movements rather calmly, and then sat her own napkin down as well. ”Why Mr. Norris, I do in fact dance. And no persuasion needed – I’d dance with you gladly.” She said, standing, placing her own hand in his as he led them to the dance floor.
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Post by andrew on Oct 18, 2011 2:57:44 GMT -5
He made a playfully horrified expression display on his face at that. "Such a cruel woman. It's easy for you to say things like that, when I'm the one who has to deal with the aftermath later on!" But he was obviously joking and besides, he knew well that Alyssa would listen to the directives he gave her and also, that Signe would know when enough was enough. She was a professor after all, granted she dealt with teenagers in her classes, but that didn't mean she was any less adept at dealing with children. After all, she wouldn't have gotten the job otherwise, Ned certainly wouldn't have handed her the office because he needed adept people at Vineheart. She was one of those.
"I understand your reasoning, I think, though perhaps you should wait a little longer. If nothing else, being on your own is frightfully boring," he commented with an easy smile. Listening to the fact that Wida had a fiancé made Ned think that he would have to dig through the old rumors at Vineheart just to be prepared for anything that could come his way. Unfortunately, the press could be ruthless in the long run - as did the ROYALSCANDAL blogger. As for the tour guiding instant, he just chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes. Obviously she would have been good at that profession as well, she was a natural talent with people in general.
When she accepted his offer to dance without complaint, Ned smiled and, holding her hand gently, he lead them to the dance floor where other couples were already dancing. Lifting their joined hands he turned her once, slowly, before bringing his hand to her back and stepping easily to the music. Normally, he didn't do much of dancing, but being an old English breed, he definitely knew how to dance. His mother had insisted on the lessons, obviously. "The last time I danced was at the Rose Ball," he admitted after a moment, "so maybe I'm a bit rusty."
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Post by signe astrid ragnor on Oct 18, 2011 7:51:10 GMT -5
Grinning, she let her eyes gaze to his as she spoke. ”If it would so please you, I can deal with my own aftermath.” She said playfully, in turn sticking her tongue out at him as well. This was a side of her often seen – her playfulness was something that helped her around children. You couldn’t be uptight when dealing with them because it would get you nowhere; she had learned that whilst dealing with the teenagers. However, you had to know when to put your foot down as well.
”I’ve been on my own since fifteen, at least in my thoughts.” She said quietly. ”A quiet existence brings about more pleasure than a truly noisy one where you feel out of place.” The words escaped her before she thought about what she had said. How true of a statement it was for her though. Although, it was partially her own fault for not getting closer to Wida and her children since they had begun living with her and Brynlee. It wasn’t that they didn’t get along, they had a normal friendship, she supposed, but she just had so much more in common with Brynlee – Signe thought it had something to do with the fact that Brynlee had a big family, and Wida had started a big family of her own. She wasn’t quite sure.
She transitioned easily from sitting at the table to stepping onto the dance floor. It was as though nothing had changed for her in all this time. She had never given her dancing up, although she was encouraged to do so. It was the one thing she had in her life she couldn’t manage to let go of. Why give up something that she knew she was phenomenal at, as well as that made her happy? She smiled in the turn and as they faced back to one another and he placed his hand on her back, she moved one of hers to rest on his shoulder. Chucking at his comment, she grinned at him. ”I’ve been dancing my whole life. Albeit, tap mainly, but I dabbled in the others. However, it has truly been a while since I’ve danced in this manner.” She said softly, in response to his statement. The moment was not lost on her, she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
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Post by andrew on Oct 21, 2011 12:33:57 GMT -5
"Perhaps I will," he told her enigmatically, though his eyes twinkled in slight mischief. Ned could be the world sternest headmaster when it came down to it, and when it concerned the kids at school he was, but sometimes, just like tonight, you could see a different side of him peeking through, a side that was normally only seen with Alyssa, when they were alone, and now it was becoming less frequent than before. With other classes graduating and the more difficult generations pushing in. Ned didn't have as much time for jokes anymore, not as much as he'd normally had, that is.
Signe's words sounded like melancholy to him, so he frowned and tried to catch hr gaze. "Sometimes, loneliness isn't a bad thing," he told her quietly, "I've been practically alone for most of my life. Needless to say I didn't feel fulfilled in my marriage, else I'd still have my wife by my side. As it happens, I only have Alyssa, and even she isn't someone who can fill a void entirely. But unless you take it as something that will turn to good, you'll always find it haunting your every step." His voice was soft and not above the din surrounding the small restaurant; he didn't want to spoil the moment because he thought that would be just tasteless.
On the dancefloor, he was enjoying himself, he found. "Tap dancing?" he asked, curious and incredulous at the same time, smiling as he looked at Signe, "I never would've thought. You dance regular dances remarkably well too." He turned her once, to the beat, the song was a medium-tempo one so it wasn't too difficult. "I never really too any dancing classes besides the one my mother forced me to, when I was young," he admitted, rolling his eyes lightly when he spoke of his mother, though it was with obvious affection.
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Post by signe astrid ragnor on Oct 24, 2011 14:59:48 GMT -5
”Loneliness is only a bad thing if you make it so. And sometimes, that happens.” She had never felt more alone than the stint she had done in rehab battling her depression. Losing her mother had been one thing, especially since she had been so young. But growing up with her father, and then losing him so tragically and suddenly, she hadn’t known which way to turn. ”My mother died from complications of childbirth, so it was just my father and I. I lost him when I was fifteen.” She said, her gaze drifting to his. She wasn’t going to let tears fall – it’d been eleven years, and she didn’t cry every day anymore. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, but it does make it easier to move on. ”The loneliness isn’t haunting anymore, I’ve tried to fill the void with seeking out Brynlee as a companion, but there’s only so much a friendship can do. But I know what you mean.” Her voice had dropped to almost a whisper by this point, but it wasn’t low enough to where he couldn’t hear – just low enough to where no one else would be able to.
He spun her around in time to the music, and she found herself enjoying the moment immensely. Laughing at his comment, she simply nodded her head. ”Oh yes, I have more trophies and medals than you could count. I used to dance competitively when I was younger.” Getting lost in the moment, her cheeks flushed a slight pink at his compliment. ”Thank you. Your classes paid off as well; you’re rather phenomenal as well.” The music faded out around them as the band then launched into a slower tempo song. She eased into the traditional slow dance mode with both arms linked and up around his neck. Grinning, she spoke softly. ”I feel like I’m in high school again at prom or something.”
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Post by andrew on Oct 26, 2011 2:43:54 GMT -5
"Sometimes, it's all you can do," he replied, shrugging his sholders. He knew well what he was talking about - when he'd figured out that his ex wife was cheating on him, Ned had felt like his whole world was falling apart. Unfortunately, it actually had, more or less, and Alyssa would never know the woman who had given birth to her. Not right now, at least. He would not deny her the chance to seek her mother out when she was older, but that would come when she would be old enough to make her own decisions. And that would not come for years yet, he knew. She would have to be at least ten for him to even consider giving her leave for that.
Gently, his hands tightened their hold on Signe when her voice dropped, trying to silently convey that which he couldn't in words. Words were meaningless in situations like these. He was glad when the topic switched to dancing, it was a lot better in the long run. Laughing softly when he saw her excitement, Ned couldn't help but smile. "Well, I'm glad you got to experience the tough world of competition successully. It definitely paid off." At her compliment, he only shrugged, the smile never leaving his face. As someone who was thoroughly English, Ned didn't necessarily like being praised, or if he was he rarely showed much emotion about it.
The song changed, the tempo slowing down, and he sighed in content, letting his arms drop to the waist of the woman he was dancing with. At what she said, the headmaster of Vineheart had to chuckle. "Good for you. My prom wasn't an experience I'd like to repeat. I'm much happier now than I was during my school years. I wouldn't change a thing." Besides, caring for a full school of teenagers had its own challenges and ups and downs. Who knew what was waiting for him during this school year?
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Post by signe astrid ragnor on Oct 27, 2011 7:24:40 GMT -5
”That is the truth.” She replied, leaving it at that. There wasn’t anything else that could be said about the subject. It was a touchy thing, and you had to pick and choose your battles when it came to that. The feel of being in his arms as they danced made her feel all warm and fuzzy, and the fact that it was a slow dance just added more to the feeling. She hadn’t expected him to say anything, nor had she meant to divulge that information. She never tried to keep it a secret – that was just something she preferred not to talk about because of the memories that accompanied it. It also held a pity element for those that knew her then found out the information and she didn’t need anyone’s pity. ”Thanks, again. I think it taught me a lot, especially about discipline. I don’t practice near what I should now, but it’s not something I can just forget, not after doing it my whole life.
”I was in the states by this point. Finished out my high school career in New York City, so prom was a big deal. Very extravagant and what not. High school was not particularly a fond memory, but for one night, I was a princess.” She said with a smile. She was happier in this moment than she had been in a long time, but she wouldn’t admit that out loud, not to him anyway. Of course she would recount most of the details to Brynlee, simply because that’s what you had girlfriends for, but the more intimate parts she would keep to herself of course. ”I am much happier with my life now than when I was a teenager, definitely wouldn’t want to relive it. Besides, everything that happened has helped make me who I am today.”
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Post by andrew on Oct 28, 2011 14:16:22 GMT -5
He left it at that as well, his thoughts turning into channels he didn't want to cross right now. Not while he had company that could definitely brighten the mood he was in. Ned normally didn't feel much about going out and having fun, he was the melancholy headmaster who kept the school in check. Tonight seemed to be different in a lot of ways, especially given the fact that it was the first time in a LONG time that he'd actually gone somewhere without Alyssa. The little girl followed him most everywhere he went, and it was only a matter of time before that would happen again. Indeed, if Alyssa wasn't with Ned, then something was terribly wrong.
Chuckling softly, Ned shook his head, "No, I doubt yo can forget. Dancing isn't something you forget. It's almost like riding a bike or driving a car. You can stop doing it for a while and feel rusty when you get back on, but it comes back easily enough. It's not too difficult." He would know from definite personal experience. The occassions where he could actually dance were few and far inbetween and so far he hadn't made a spectacle out of himself during either one of those, despite the fact that his actual lessons were a bajillion years away, lost somewhere in the annals of history books of England.
"Prom was just another excuse to get drunk," he commented lightly enough, rolling his eyes, "I think I probably went only because everyone else did. But if I remember right someone set fire to the school bathrooms so it was cut short. Oh well." But he was grinning almost wickedly. "Too true about that of course. Everything shapes us into who we are today. Tonight is no exception, I should think. Or like to think, better yet."
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Post by signe astrid ragnor on Oct 29, 2011 8:15:50 GMT -5
Not having Alyssa with them was strange, even though they had only ran into each other a few times outside of the school. She knew that the next time, she’d probably want to extend the invitation, but this night was about the two of them. She was in a wonderful mood, and knew her company was only helping to fuel that mood. The night was young, and she was dancing in the arms of an amazing man. This adventure was one she couldn’t wait to see where it was going to lead.
She missed the world of competition often times than not. She had been amazing at what she could do and when she lost her father, her whole world had crumbled. It was hard to believe it had been so long, but she hadn’t let her tap shoes just sit and gather dust either. When you’re good at something, you don’t just give up on it. ”That is a very accurate statement.” She said, agreeing with what he said. She didn’t like thinking back to far, dredging up old memories and such, but she hadn’t danced competitively since losing her father.
They were in time with the music as they spun around the dance floor. With the lighting getting lower since the music selection was slower this time, she felt almost like gliding across the floor. The feel in the air, to her anyway, was very airy, and in this moment, she was happy. ”As easy enough as it would have been to get it, I didn’t actually drink at my prom.” She said, thinking back. Brynlee’s brother owned clubs and bars in New York City now, so back then, sure, he probably would have known where to get it. ”That wouldn’t have been you, by chance?” She said, catching the mischievous glint in his eye. ”I think tonight is shaping more than what we could be.” She said softly.
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Post by andrew on Oct 30, 2011 10:20:07 GMT -5
"I'd have enjoyed watching you tap dance though," he told her after a moment, slowly side-stepping to the music; dancing like this was easier than dancing at a school function where he also needed eyes at the back of his head. Kids tended to think he didn't see them, but it was definitely their mistake to think that way in the first place. He was, however, serious about what he told her. "I bet it looked as good as it sounded." Alyssa was showing signs of doing some dancing at some point in life, though whenever he spoke to her about it now, she gave him a funny look. So he left it at that and allowed her to pursue whichever hobby she thought would be best for her. Currently, it included dressing Sash up.
Chuckling softly, Ned shrugged, "Teenagers get drunk all the time. Don't we have Vineheart as proof of that? Lucky for us we don't actually have prom here, though we do have other functions where they do it just as well." At her playful question, Ned's face turned into one that could only be called a poker face. "Absolutely not. I was a model student at the time. Nothing on my record at all. Since I was aspiring to get into Oxford, I needed a clean slate." Of course the glint stayed in his eyes, but he knew he wouldn't say anything more on the matter. There was no use in saying anything anyway, it was long since past and he didn't think he would want to return into that state of mind that he'd been in in those years.
The music was definitely slowing even further, the lights dimming; one of the things he liked about this place as well, that stood out. It was tasteful and definitely tried to make whatever moves they were doing blend in, so that customers hardly ever noticed any changes. Since he was focused on Signe, Ned didn't really take in much of their surroundings, only enough not to have them accidentally trip off the dance floor. His smile was soft. "Maybe," he answered in his softer voice, feeling that anything more loud would ruin the moment.
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Post by signe astrid ragnor on Oct 31, 2011 9:43:39 GMT -5
Blushing slightly, she could feel her face flush as they danced. ”Well, I’m offering you a recital anytime you want it, just let me know so I can be sure to practice up. Can’t be showing you anything less than my best.” She said with a smile. Dancing was something she’d always had a knack for – some people are just born, it seemed, with certain skills. Dancing happened to have been hers. Looking at her, you wouldn’t be able to tell, as the reaction Ned had given her was the one she often times received when the word got out. ”I like to think it does. Although tap was my best, I enjoyed ballet immensely as well. Spinning around gracefully, having to balance – it’s like a whole other world. The two are so different, yet they both fit into my life simultaneously.”
The warmth left her cheeks as the conversation turned to the teenagers they dealt with nine months out of the year. ”I think all teenagers are like that, it’s just worse because of the background the ones at Vineheart come from. So many of them think they can just come and go as they please with no consequence, but if I can say such, I believe you do a wonderful job of keeping that from happening.” Hearing his comment, and seeing the face he made, she giggled. ”Okay Mr. Norris, have it your way. We’ll say you had nothing to do with it. But I bet I know the truth.” She said with a wink.
She was suddenly glad he was leading because she hadn’t taken her gaze from him since the slower music had started. She was focused on him, and only him, at that moment. For all she knew, they could have been on Mars dancing the salsa and she would have been none the wiser. Something was happening here, something that was going to change things. What yet, she didn’t know. She wasn’t sure what to say, scared of ruining the moment, so she simply nodded her head silently, content in the moment.
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Post by andrew on Nov 1, 2011 8:21:50 GMT -5
That was definitely food for thought. Ned liked the idea of seeing Signe dance, he'd always been interested in what his staff members did, just so he could possibly fit their schedules in a way that would enable them enough time to continue. After all, you couldn't expect someone to be happy when all he or she had to do was sit in a classroom all day full of teenagers, possibly hormonal ones, who were trying to fry the last ounce of nerves you had and were saving for later. He knew most of the feelings really, after all, he was a substitute teacher himself and he'd taught prior to actually becoming the headmaster at Vineheart. He knew how important free time was. And he aspired to make it so.
"I think I may take you up on that - especially since I'm still trying to figure out what Alyssa wants hobby-wise. I'm sure she'd enjoy a performance as well. We're sort of in the process of trying out different things right now," he explained. Luckily it hadn't come to any instruments yet, though Ned would obviously allow the child to explore and figure out what she wanted for herself. He would never hinder her. But as bubbly as Alyssa was, he didn't think for one second that she couldn't suprise him and say she wanted to learn how to play the harp at some point. He would be the first to admit it was a weird question, but he would allow her to pursue that either way. What kind of father would he be otherwise? "Well, I try," he replied with a smile in Signe's direction at her compliment, "sometimes it's harder than the others." Mostly when they got to their last year. The horror.
Laughing softly, letting his head fall back a bit, Ned shook his head, "Alright, keep your own counsel. It's not like I can do much about it." He grinned, and the song ended, melting into a new one again. "Think we're ready for another drink?" he asked her with a soft smile on his face. Another drink, and then maybe they would be getting along. It wasn't too late out, and he knew Alyssa was fine, but he was rusty when it came to this business and he worried about a daughter who was about as happy asleep as a sleeping fox - meaning she could trick a wardrobe to conjure up Narnia for her.
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Post by signe astrid ragnor on Nov 3, 2011 4:03:09 GMT -5
It’s not that she had wanted to give up her dancing, that had never been the intention at all. And she hadn’t really given up on it, just kind of thrust it away until a later date. She loved teaching, and she loved being in the classroom, but sometimes you needed a break. Especially since now, at the house she was living in, she left teenagers and came home to more children. She adored Wida and her kids, don’t get me wrong, but coming home to more of them was enough to frazzle anybody’s nerves, but she didn’t want to practice her dancing for fear of setting one of them off, even though they were probably louder than she would have been any day. She needed to find a studio to be able to practice in, yeah, that would be perfect. She made a mental note to add that to her to-do list.
”Just let me know when and I’ll be sure to dig my shoes out of my closet. They’re in there somewhere I’m pretty sure. I did gymnastics for a while as well; I bet Alyssa would love that. Not too sure if I’m still young enough to show off some of those moves, but we can try to add it in there as well.” She had always wanted to learn an instrument growing up, but her time had been spent dancing or with her father doing various things and the idea was just kind of left in the dust. Laughing at his comment good naturedly, she nodded her head in agreement. ”I think that’s with just about anything go. Sometimes it’s harder, others it’s easier.”
She simply smiled in his direction. ”I think I shall keep my own counsel. They seem to find the whole ordeal amusing.” The song ended, but the music didn’t stop. The band played right on. As they stopped dancing, Ned asked her for another drink. Letting her gaze meet his, she nodded her head. ”I believe another drink would hit the spot.” She said, as they made their way back to their table. She knew he must be worried about Alyssa, and part of her hoped he wasn’t letting that get to him today, although he seemed to be having a good time and enjoying himself like she was.
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Post by andrew on Nov 4, 2011 14:47:10 GMT -5
If she'd be able to help him with Alyssa, Ned would definitely be a happy man. The child was quickly overgrowing the boundaries he'd set for her, which meant that a new routine and some new rules would have to come into effect soon, otherwise he was afraid he would lose control over her and she would be a total monster at the age of twelve. Of course Ned by no means wanted to control his daughter, but he knew enough about kids to know what was enough and when something more was needed.
"That's a deal then, I'm sure she'd love it. And oh, don't start the age topic. We can still be sitting here tomorow and not be done with it," he commented lightly, knowing that he was older than her by quite a few years himself, though he didn't necessarily consider himself old old. It was just a fact that he was in the second half of his thirties, nearing forties and he had a six-year old daughter. That was enough to associate age to some people, and Ned knew he would be going grey earlier than some of his peers, curtsey of the wonderful kids he taught and looked after at school. Vineheart was both a blessing and a curse, but he enjoyed the job, no mistake there.
He smiled at her and lead the way back to their table, holding her chair out; their server had already replaced their glasses, refilling them so they were waiting and they didn't have to wait for another order. Ned knew they were discreet like that - you never even noticed they were there until they spoke.
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