SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by laurel halle flint on Nov 12, 2013 6:34:43 GMT
I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even trust myself It's killing me to see you this way------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Laurel had been requested to come home for a weekend. She found it odd that the Headmaster would approve of such a matter but the moment she got home she then knew why it had been approved. The door to the manor was guarded and several wizards waltzed into the house as if they had been invited. Laurel stood at the end of the driveway not quite sure what to make of the situation. It was clear that others were coming and going as they pleased. She held a small enchanted purse in her hand that had a weekend worth of stuff. She had only taken a few steps closer before she could tell who was sitting inside the parlor. She knew this was going to happen. Her steps quickened as she met with her mother at the door. The woman wouldn’t even look her daughter in the eyes. Laurel shook her head back and forth as she turned the corner ignoring the woman who pretended to care about anything. Laurel leaned against the side panel of the wall as she gazed at her father who had an Auror sitting across from him. ”So, I’m here,” Laurel stated. The Auror stood up without much more of explanation before glaring back to her father almost as a ‘I’ll be watching you’. Laurel had wanted to scream I told you, I blame you, I hate you but nothing came out. She bit down on her lower lip shaking her head.
”So now what? You’re getting hauled off? Is it even because of something you did or are you covering for someone—don’t answer that, I don’t even want to know. What about mother? What about me? Did you ever think once about us as you promised to do all of these things that you just plain shou—“”Silence! Do you not hear yourself? All the disrespect? You are going nowhere daughter, I have done what I have and that’s all that matters. You should understand that it’s time to support my decisions,” Laurel took a step forward to get in her fathers face. ”You are leaving that woman without a mind, how dare you…you trained her to be that way so helpless and pathetic and now, now you are leaving her!” Laurel screamed. She could feel her heart racing. Her mothers sobbing in the background didn’t help. ”I am fulfilling my-“ ”Your stupidity! You are lea—“ Laur’s face veered left as her father slapped her face. Noises could be heard as Aurors approached. ”You’re an idiot!” Laur screamed as one Auror grabbed the back of his shoulder yanking him to his feet.
Laurel couldn’t look at them. She turned to see Kaydence. Make up smeared as she daintily wiped it with a tissue. Laurel was even more infuriated with the small dabbing motions she was making. ”And you, you didn’t once think to try and stop him? What was it? They’re all gone now, tell me did he smuggle another guy into the Ministry? Was he covering someones tracks?” Laurel didn’t have the patience for this. Kaydence simply nodded. Laurel’s jaw opened before she clenched it once more. She was going to have to make sure her mother was provided for because she sure couldn’t do it herself. Laurel’s plans to run away and escape were slowly crashing down on her. Her father had smothered her mother so much she couldn’t think. She was a baby doll. She had to be man handled. Her father was to stuck in his ways that she found out he was being tried due to covering someone elses tracks. He didn’t care either because he would look like a hero to that group. Her stomach lurched again.
Laurel had returned just a few hours earlier right after the trial. He was naturally found guilty and thus he went. Being hauled off. She hadn’t told anyone of her leaving and no one that she was returning. She had left things in a bad position anyways. Jas still wasn’t talking to her. Thad attempted to keep her, she didn’t have the guts to talk to Damien about what happened with her and Thad. She didn’t know who had seen the papers who knew what was going on in her home life. Her mother owling her constantly asking the most ridiculous questions. Her head was pounding and she just wanted to keep hiding. She could hear the sound of the court as they decided he was guilty. None of them even thought that he could be covering for someone. She knew he wasn’t a good guy, but the bad guy sure wasn’t captured. They failed, all of them. Her father, her mother, the court, the system, her mind, she was slowly rotting away and she didn’t want to talk to anyone about the possible failure of herself. Her father had been so disappointed. What was she meant to do? Turn into her mother? She refused to do so. Laur rubbed her hands together as she plopped down beside the tree that overlooked the black lake. She was angry, she was hurt, confused, and she didn’t know where to turn anymore. She slowly bent down and picked up a rock and threw it as hard as she could into the lake before deciding to do so with as many rocks as she could find..
You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, There's nothing we can do Just let me go we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Monster of Men Batman is always watching...always.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by damien vincent nott on Nov 26, 2013 20:20:33 GMT
Everything was just... Damien mentally sighed, finding no word that could accurately fit the description he was looking for. The letter in his pocket was folded up neatly, but despite the fact that it should weigh close to nothing, it felt like it was weighing him down. He felt as though his feet were dragging. His face was hard as stone as he paced the length of the boys dorm that the seventh year Slytherins called home. He took very little of his scenery in. None of it mattered. He was sure that most people (anyone who valued their health at least) would just leave him alone. Obviously he was dealing with something. And the one person who might not leave him alone was the one person Damien would just love to be interrupted by. Thaddeus Lestrange would have it coming. Not because he had done anything particularly nasty lately, to Damien's knowledge, but because he was the source of most of Damien's problems. Aside from the contents of the letter he had received from his father, Damien blamed Thaddeus for almost everything. And while Damien was normally very cool and collected, he wasn't afraid to get into a match with the Lestrange boy. He knew they would be pretty evenly matched. Thaddeus would have his crazy, but Damien would be able to think everything through. Thaddeus was powerful physically, but Damien was certain that he was much smarter than Lestrange.
But the other Slytherin student did not walk in, so Damien was left alone with his thoughts. Before the letter had arrived, his largest concern was that Laurel had talked to Thaddeus but had decided not to break up with him after all. Part of him wouldn't have blamed her. Though he didn't know what the other Slytherin had that Damien did not have, he knew Laurel was pretty careful about her reputation. While dating Damien would probably be approved by a majority of the Death Eaters that they were supposed to join after graduating, around school Damien skirted a fine line between tough guy and actual student. He got good grades despite the fact that school wasn't particularly entertaining to most of the students his age. But he also held a certain do-not-touch status because of his father. And though he tended to shrug off small things, he had a temper that could flare up if he was pushed the wrong way. To most people he was just the boy who studied and thought he was better than a large portion of the people at the school. And in his mind he was. So he could see why Laurel might not really want to be with him. But would she want to be with Lestrange? Really?
Then he had been kicking himself, metaphorically of course, in the ass for not insisting that he go talk to Thaddeus with her. Ultimately, he understood that it would be better if she could get through this by herself, and he wasn't entirely pessimistic about the situation. But he knew how Thaddeus could be and was worried that she would get into some trouble. On the other hand, he wasn't going to be the person that made decisions for her. The real problem was that he hadn't had a chance to talk to her, or even really see her, since the night they talked in the Astronomy Tower. The not-knowing was killing him.
Or at least it had been until the owl came. He pulled the note out of his pocket again, though by now he didn't need to look at the words. He had the few words completely memorized. How could he not? The letter wasn't even a letter, it was just a note. About the length of something students passed to each other in class. But these words were not from a student, they were from his father. They came through in his mind in his father's voice, uncaring, smooth, and with the confidence that power brings to a person.
“Mr. Flint has been found guilty and sent to Azkaban. I trust you understand what this means.”
And that was it. Of course Damien understood what it meant. It meant that his father expected him to jump right into getting himself initiated with the Death Eaters. His time as just a student was running out. Soon his father would expect Damien to make some sort of commitment to the cause. But this wasn't what troubled him the most. His father could care less, apparently, who had been charged. Getting sent to prison was just a risk they all took. Damien, though, had all but forgotten his issues with the Laurel and Thaddeus relationship. All that mattered was whether Laur was alright.
Of course she isn't alright. Damien thought as he walked out of the dorm, out of the common room, and headed down the halls, unable to stay in the castle any longer. He wasn't planning on running into her. For all he knew she was avoiding him because of whatever happened between her and Thad. He hoped that she wouldn't avoid him because of her father's current situation. If Damien knew his father at all, Theodore Nott was probably already planning some way to get whatever Death Eaters they could out of the wizarding prison. It was only a matter of time. But that might not be common knowledge to everyone in their circle. As he thought, Damien walked without any real direction. He didn't know where his feet were taking him and he was completely fine with that for the moment. He just needed out. So he was a little surprised when he saw the girl he'd been thinking of sitting near the lake, throwing stones. Without another thought he ran over and grabbed one of the rocks from her hand. “Hey, hey, hey. What did the rocks do to deserve spending their pitiful existence deep in the Black Lake with the merpeople?” He tried to make his voice joking, but the note that he had folded up again and put back in his pocket made his heart feel as though he were sinking with the rocks she had thrown.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by laurel halle flint on Nov 27, 2013 4:41:49 GMT
I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even trust myself It's killing me to see you this way------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Laurel had thrown maybe a dozen rocks into the lake. Her mind racing with things and people to hate; if she didn’t hate then she would cry. Laurel hated crying. She stood there and took a beating from Thad without completely losing it. She stood and yelled at her father and then her mother without crying. She saw Jas turn her head and keep walking down the corridor. She went to bed wondering where Dahl was and all of those times she never lost it. She stared into her mother’s eyes realizing if she didn’t escape from Thad that was her future. Laurel had stood in front of the mirror plastering make up over her face to cover Thad’s beating. She didn’t feel comfortable going to the Hospital Wing and her mother was to fragile. She knew if she tried a charm by herself she would make a mistake and end up with even bigger bruises. She could outline everywhere Thad threw her in that night. She could still feel the burn where he yanked her hair. It wasn’t so much the physical abuse or even the verbal. It was the fact it happen or that she let it happen. Laurel threw another rock then another. The tears finally falling; she quickly dabbed at her eyes then freezing realizing she had mimicked her mother’s motions. Not that she was barely crying about her husband but that she didn’t want to ruin the make up that covered Thad’s brutal lecture. That frustrated her even more.
Laur picked up another rock heaving it into the lake her breathing rugged as she tried to vent. She went for another just as something grabbed it from her hand. She turned on her heels. The tear stains still streaming down her face as she stared at Damien who attempted to joke. She inhaled sharply trying to steady her breathing. ” Because—“ Laurel started cooly—almost creepily. ”Because—they did nothing! They just sat by and watched it happen. Or they were used to hurt someone to break someone, they hurt people without even trying sometimes!” Laurel had busied herself by picking up another rock and chucked it into the lake. ”They did nothing! No one does anything!” Laurel’s hair was a constant slideshow of Red and Blonde until finally splitting down the middle as she threw five rocks at the same time. Her shoulders moving up and down; ”They hurt people—they control people—they don’t care—and they do nothing,” Laurel muttered. She turned back to Damien, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She shook her head back and forth feeling it coming. It was coming and she couldn’t stop it.
Laurel couldn’t. She couldn’t be the naïve stupid girl the world expected her to be. She was angry and she showed it to her father as he was leaving the house. When he wanted her to just behave she acted out. She yelled at her mother who was going through hell. She had avoided Damien because she couldn’t tell him to his face she failed and had battle scars to prove it. She couldn’t tell Jas because she turned the other cheek. She was falling apart. Laurel took a few steps towards Damien before throwing her arms around him. Cringing as her side muscles stretched causing the bruises to scream in protest. She pulled him tightly against her sobbing into his chest. She was falling apart at the seams and there was no stopping it now. ”I can’t end up like her—like my mother, I can’t—I won’t,” Laurel murmured against his chest as she cried her shoulders heaving as she choked on trying to contain it. Most people would assume she couldn’t be like her mother in the respects of small things. But that statement so much more than just one thing. It meant that she couldn’t stay with the mini version of her father, she didn’t want to be brainless anymore, she wanted to be anything but those things.
You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, There's nothing we can do Just let me go we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Monster of Men Batman is always watching...always.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by damien vincent nott on Nov 27, 2013 8:05:53 GMT
It appeared as though things were working out for neither of them. Of course Damien's problems took the back seat in his mind just now. He didn't care if his deadline was coming to an end or if Laurel had decided that she didn't want to be with him after all. He would deal with all of that later. In the back of his mind he knew that was bad for him; he knew that the fact that he was putting everything aside because he cared more about how she was feeling was something he would have never done for anyone, Dahlia the only exception, before now. And he knew that despite the fact that he had told himself that he would understand if Laurel had decided to stay with Thaddeus, Damien had still hoped more than he should that it wouldn't be the case. It felt like as soon as he had admitted the fact that he was feeling something for Laurel it was hard to go back to how he had been before. At the same time he wasn't exactly a new person either. He found that showing any sort of emotion toward her was awkward for him. It wasn't something that he was used to doing. Not just around Laurel but to any woman. The closest he'd come was to Jasmyn, and even that was more friendship than anything else.
Damien wasn't sure when the conversation moved from actually talking about rocks to a metaphor, or if she had been talking about people instead of rocks from the start, but he couldn't exactly blame her for the outburst. It was pretty traditional in their social circle for the wife in a relationship to be almost entirely (if not completely) dependent on the male. It wasn't something Damien particularly agreed with. When he thought about the short period of time that his father had left and he had to become the man of the house, Damien got angry at his father all over again. But he hadn't gone to Azkaban. Or at least, Damien assumed he hadn't been there because there were no reports on it. And he definitely did not want that kind of relationship for his sister. But to make sure that didn't happen he would have to stick around and join his father. It was probably going to happen anyway, maybe he should just give in.
The Slytherin boy stood at what he thought was a safe distance. It was close but he was careful not to touch her in any way, partially because he wanted to avoid any rocks that became air-born but also because he just wasn't sure how he was supposed to act around her now. He thought at the very least they were still friends. He could be friends with her if she no longer wanted to be with him... right? They had been friends before. He waited until she was done talking about how no one did anything, unsure of what to say. Did she mean him as well? Or just people in general? He supposed she should include him in that statement. So far Damien had done absolutely nothing, except make her life a bit more complicated.
Since they hadn't talked since their night at the Astronomy Tower, and because Damien was still expecting rocks to fly in his direction at any moment just from Laurel's anger, he was surprised when she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. Her appearance hadn't escaped his notice, but he wasn't exactly sure how she got the bruises. It could have been from anything really. Maybe her father had gotten angry with her, or Thad could have given them to her. Or for all he knew she had tried a new spell and it hadn't worked out, though he found that option less likely at the moment. He wrapped his arms around her as gently as possible, not wanting to hurt her.
“Laur, you aren't your mother.” He spoke softly. He knew of her mother, not necessarily everything about the woman, but he knew she was really dependent on Laurel's father. “You're much stronger than that. You actually try.” He pressed his cheek to the top of her hair, unable to help himself. If all she wanted was to be friends, Damien was going to have a bit of a problem. He took a deep breath. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” Hopefully she wouldn't have a new outburst about the fact that he already knew. Of course he knew. His father wanted him to be part of the Death Eaters. And Damien was quickly learning that it might be the only possibility for him. “We don't have to, but if you think it will help...”
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by laurel halle flint on Nov 27, 2013 9:16:39 GMT
I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even trust myself It's killing me to see you this way------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Damien didn’t have to say anything at all if he didn’t want to. If he would just stand there holding her and as he placed his head a top of hers she almost felt better. He didn’t even have to try. Laurel didn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she was making him uncomfortable. Truth was even if Jas was talking to her or Dahl wasn’t M.I.A she still preferred this. His close girls could hold her but none of them could offer the feeling that Damien gave to her. Her arms remained wrapped around him and his touch was so gentle. The complete opposite of what she had to endure the other night. Everything was just opposite and so clear. Why had she been so stupid? Why did she care about that bloody reputation? It didn’t make any sense to her anymore. She shook her head against his chest as he finally spoke. She heard him loud and clear but he didn’t convince her. She might be slowly getting out of being like her mother but she was exactly on the path to become her and that scared her more than anything in the world. She didn’t lessen her grip at all. Part of her was scared that Thad would somehow see or find out. She couldn’t stand the idea of something happening to Damien simply because of her. She would never forgive herself.
He claimed she was stronger than her mother that she was at least trying. She turned so her cheek was just against his chest. ”I was her—I can still save myself but it was bad enough I was her—I could see my future if I don’t change anything. I had a small taste of it—and I don’t want it,” She whispered. The anger had obviously been taken over by what emotion had been trying to get out all along. Laurel didn’t want to let him go. If she had her way they would stay at the Lake and she would just hide their forever. She sniffed once before shrugging her shoulders gently. ”Well we all knew my father was bound to get caught—he’s an idiot. He’s completely brainwashed the woman he supposedly loved and now she can’t do anything but cry in her room by herself. She has Mildred for the night but she’s leaving in the morning,” Laurel wasn’t quite sure if rage was the thing she should have taken out on her mother. It wasn’t completely her fault she was the way she was. She used to be slightly independent she remembered seeing photos. But now she was completely clueless about life. ”I yelled at my father for two minutes before he was hauled off, and that was it. He was gone—“ Laur muttered quietly. She hated him for leaving her mother in the condition she was.
Laur then remembered Thad. She could see his eyes staring at her as he clasped his hands around her throat. She lost count of how many times her face hit the side of the walls. She didn’t how to stop it. He was threatening the people she loved. She could end it but she already broke a rule and somehow she knew it was going to only get worse before it got better. ”Thad was literally my worst nightmare coming true the other night. He’s a mini version of my father—“ Laurel whispered even quieter as if Thad could hear her. ”Jas hates me, I completely fell apart to Sage, I’m broken Damien,” Laurel buried her head against his chest again. She didn’t want to admit it but it was true. She was no longer some confident party girl anymore. She wanted to get out of school and move on and get away from those people. Yet the person she held in her arms she wanted to stay with forever. ”Can’t we just stay here? Can’t we just forget that the world exists?” Laurel felt terrible but she couldn’t stop the tears from coming. It was like a volcano that had erupted and it was going to spit ash until there wasn’t any left. ”I’m sorry-“ She mumbled her fingers gently tracing a circle on his back. A habit she had learned from her mother. Her mother drew circles on her back as her father yelled—Laurel called it the anxious circle. She could always tell that her mother was nervous when that began.
You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, There's nothing we can do Just let me go we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Monster of Men Batman is always watching...always.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by damien vincent nott on Nov 27, 2013 19:54:39 GMT
Yes, Damien was definitely in trouble. He didn't know how he was supposed to react in this sort of situation. The only people he had ever had to comfort before were his sister, mother, and on the rare occasion Jasmyn. And he was sure that Jasmyn probably needed more comforting than Damien had ever known about, so she had probably gotten it from somewhere else. But this was different. He could be protective over his sister or mother because they were family. They belonged to him in a very real sense. Not in the way that he thought he should have to control them. Just in the way that he had some sort of claim, or reason, to want to be protective over them. Jas was one of his best friends, so he assumed the same rule as family mostly applied to her as well. If he really wanted to stretch, he supposed that as Dahlia's friend, Laurel was one of the people he could have a reason to feel protective over, but that wasn't why he felt like comforting her at all. The reason he wanted to be close to Laurel was a very different reason than the need to be close to a mourning relative. He shouldn't feel the need to be protective over someone else's girlfriend. That wasn't how this was supposed to work.
At the moment he didn't care how things were supposed to work. He just stood there with his arms around her, wondering how a moment so full of grief and anger could actually feel right. It was all only because he was with Laurel, of course. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that. Their lives were more difficult than any seventh year's had any right to be. But that was just how it was for Slytherins, he guessed. Some of them were like Lestrange and welcomed what was expected of them. Others wanted to just wanted out. All Damien wanted was a way to be with his family while not losing who he was at the same time. He didn't think he'd ever find a way to do that, but it was what he wanted. He also wanted to be with Laurel, but even though it felt like they were close right now, he wasn't sure how they could get over this Thaddeus business. He hated that Laurel thought she was already her mother. He moved a hand to her hair and gently ran his fingers through it. “We'll figure something out about your mother. Maybe mine can go and visit her more often. She isn't exactly an independent person, but it would be better than nothing.” He didn't know how to make any of this right. Maybe if he accepted his father's offer to join the Death Eaters without anymore delay he could just put Thaddeus in his place and protect Laurel and her mother at the same time. It was tempting. He didn't think he would be willing to do everything that the Death Eaters expected of him, but at least he could keep everyone together. Then again, he didn't want to be making the decisions for Laurel. She got enough of that from other people.
His arms wrapped around her a little tighter as she mentioned Lestrange. He didn't know that he could agree that Thaddeus was a younger version of Laurel's father. In Damien's mind, Thaddeus Lestrange was a lot worse. Her statements made him think she was confirming that Thaddeus was the one who had beaten her up. He could tell she was hurting on more than just her face. She winced when she stretched and she just looked fragile. But either because he really did just like to torture himself or because he wanted her to say it outright so he'd have another reason to hate the Slytherin he shared a dorm with, he had to ask anyway. “Lestrange did this to you, didn't he?” It wasn't a question, though it was phrased like one. It was more like a statement. “I should have come with you...” Not to make the decision for her, because he would never have done that, even if she was exactly what Damien wanted. But he could have stopped it from getting that violent. At least where Laurel was concerned. Thaddeus would have turned on Damien, but that was something he could live with. He could still go make that situation right. He wouldn't have to tell Lestrange anything. He didn't have to make any of Laur's decisions. He could just show Thaddeus Lestrange how it felt to get hurt. That was something Damien knew how to do. Sure, he might end up getting hurt in the process, but who cared?
“Jas doesn't hate you.” Damien stopped and corrected himself. “Well, she doesn't want to hate you. She just needs a reason to not hate Lestrange as much and you probably seemed like the best option at the time.” He knew that wasn't exactly comforting, but he couldn't really do anything about that. He couldn't change Jasmyn's mind. He knew, since he had tried. “You aren't as broken as you think you are and you're not near as broken as some people get.” He sighed. “And even if you were, so what? So you fell. We just pick you back up again.” He tried to smile a little, though he knew she wouldn't see it since her head was resting against him. A real smile touched his face when she said she wanted to just stay there. He wasn't one to just hide from things, but he had to admit that right now it sounded like a nice idea. If they could just pretend that nothing else existed then it would be perfectly fine for them to be standing there, holding each other like they were. “Sounds good to me.” He kissed the top of her head, knowing that he really shouldn't. As much as he wanted to pretend that she wasn't seeing Lestrange, the fact was that he didn't know for sure and he had his suspicions that Thaddeus had beat her into staying with him.
As much as he hated to ruin the moment, he couldn't stand there not knowing if he was just mentally beating himself up. “Laur, I really need to know what's going on... with us.” It was all weird. Traditionally, shouldn't she be the one saying these things? He didn't want to sneak around. He didn't care if they didn't label what they had as a relationship, but he didn't want to share her, and he wasn't the type to hide who he was and what he was doing. “Maybe it would just be better, if you want me I mean instead of Thaddeus, if we just pretend that everything went fine with your talk. And if he gets upset then at least it's at both of us and not just you...” He didn't know if he was saying anything right, but he didn't want to sit there and do nothing while she got the life beaten out of her.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by laurel halle flint on Nov 27, 2013 22:22:35 GMT
I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even trust myself It's killing me to see you this way------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Laurel didn’t need anything else in the world and that’s what was terrible about the whole situation. She found comfort in someone other than her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was the cause of a quarter of it and the bruises along the side of her face, side, and shoulders. She couldn’t really get mad at Thad. Laurel had to have known when she started getting into the relationship that this was trouble. If only she had waited it out she would have found Damien and she wouldn’t be in the terrible mess that she was in. She nodded once before sniffing once more trying to gain her composure. Laurel Halle Flint did not cry especially not in front of someone that didn’t deserve to be cried to. He had only been helpful and yet he was the only one she felt comfortable enough to cry in front of. Her head was completely confused. ”Maybe—I mean if she continues to take her potions and drinks herself to sleep. I suppose that could be a life,” Laur felt bad for being a little snappy but her mother was so pathetic she felt like that was literally all the woman would do. ”I suppose your mother visiting would make sure she was alive every day,” Laurel couldn’t remember the last time her mind was full of such dark things. She just wondered how long they would last.
Laurel froze the moment Damien stated that Lestrange was in fact the one to do something to her. She bit down on her lower lip unwrapping a hand from Damien to touch her face. She swallowed hard realizing that the tears had ruined her disguise. Just because he saw her face didn’t mean he had to see the rest. Perhaps Damien would just assume it was a hard slap. Something that most pureblood wifes just simply grew accustomed too. She still hesitated though at the fact of admitting Thad had created the marks on her body. His next statement made her tense up. He should have come with her? ”So you could have matching ones?” Laur questioned her voice cracking at the end of the sentence. She refused to let that happen. She had even given in the moment other people were threatened. She swallowed hard trying to figure out how to explain herself that would make Damien understand that she would take a thousand of Thad’s beatings if it meant he was safe. ”Listen to me Damien Nott,” Laur stated her eyes still obviously red but the choking sobs had at least subsided. She placed her left hand gently against his cheek staring into his eyes. ”I would do it all over again as long as he doesn’t come near you, I know you have this whole theory about your ‘father’ but at the same time I’ve seen—I’ve felt what he’s capable of. If he just lost it for a moment—Damien I don’t think he would be thinking of your father,” Laurel let her hand fall softly from his cheek to his shoulder.
She couldn’t help but let her eyes roll as he tried to explain Jas. It seemed like she was everyone’s punching bag; sometimes literally. Thad was angry at the world so he took it out on her. Jas was angry about the situation but decided to be angry with her. Her father was going to prison but could only get angry because she was disrespecting. ”At least I’m good for something, hm?” Laur tried to pass off the comment with a small nervous chuckle but there was truth behind it. She wasn’t incredibly smart like Damien, as strong and dark as Thad, she wasn’t as beautiful as Jas, or demanding and confident as Sage. She wasn’t quite sure where she fit into the Slytherin house. She just existed. And then he went and did it again. He made her feel like she was worth the space on this planet. He claimed that even if she was broken she could just back up again. She leaned her head back against his chest. Could he feel the beating of her heart and just know that no one else in the world could talk the angry Laurel Flint down so quickly. ”I don’t deserve you—not even a tiny piece,” Laur whispered. It was true. Even if by some miracle they were to end up working out Laurel knew that every moment she didn’t deserve the young man that was currently holding.
She sighed in relief as he claimed that it sounded good to him. It was music to her ears even if it would only last until they had to leave. Just the thought of running away together made Laurel at least somewhat hopeful. She paused the moment he needed to know about them. She wanted to scream that Thad was gone. That everything had gone according to plan. Laurel wished Damien knew how hard she tried. How hard she stood up for herself—well not really for herself but to feel like she could look Damien in the eye and said she did it. That she did it so they could be together. She didn’t want to cry again but everything felt so incredibly useless. ”Damien—I will always want you,” Laur started but the part of Thad being mad at both of them made her cringe. She knew what Thad said. He was threatening other people not just her. If he only took it out on her she could probably get a charm right to make the bruises disappear but that wasn’t the case anymore. He was going to hurt other people. Damien and Dahl already had enough on their plates to have to deal with Thad as well. She bit down on her lip wanting to accept his statement. ”I’m scared,” Laur stated. She would normally never admit it not out loud. ”If he hurt you or Dahlia or Jas because of me,” Laur felt a small tear slip from her left eye. Apparently she was just going to be an emotional wreck. ”I would never be able to forgive myself, Damien,” She couldn’t imagine seeing them with even some of the bruises she had on her body. She would lose it. ”I want this more than I could ever imagine but if you aren’t safe, Damien. I can’t—“ Laur felt another few tears slipping from her eyes realizing that he was so close and yet so far away; it was breaking her heart. She just wanted him. Her father seemed a distant worry, her mother also if only she could be with Damien and yet make sure he was safe.
You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, There's nothing we can do Just let me go we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Monster of Men Batman is always watching...always.
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Post by damien vincent nott on Nov 28, 2013 9:09:14 GMT
Everything was only getting more complicated. He had always been pretty anxious to get out of school. Or at least he had been when he believed that out of school meant freedom. Now Hogwarts felt like a safe haven. It was a place where he could be himself and he tried hard enough he could forget that after he left he would quite possibly be heading down the wrong path. It wasn't as though he had a choice in the matter, though. Damien was seeing that clearer and clearer every day. In order to protect everyone he would have to join the Death Eaters. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He didn't really think muggle-borns needed to die, but he definitely knew that he was better than any of them. If he joined the Death Eaters he would get ranked high pretty quickly because of Theodore being his father. It might be enough to get Thaddeus off of his back. It might make Thaddeus think twice before he hurt Laurel again. And he could get someone to make sure Laurel's mother was taken care of. It would look like an act to protect their higher status. Laurel's mother was pureblood. That meant she was still one of them. But until then he could at least get his mother to check in on Laurel's. “It will give her something to do. She needs to stay occupied. I think it will help.” He tried to be reassuring.
Though her concern for him was touching, Damien wasn't concerned about facing Thaddeus at all. Maybe it was because the two were always at each others throats anyway. They got on each others nerves in the worst way. Damien was almost positive that he and Thaddeus were the two people who hated each other most in the entire school. And neither was really afraid of the other. Damien was a little more realistic about the situation, probably. He knew he wouldn't come out of a fight unharmed. But he also knew that he was evenly matched with the Lestrange boy and he knew he wouldn't get killed. If he was killed, Thaddeus would lose every chance of becoming a Death Eater and on top of that, he wouldn't have Damien to get angry at and blame things on anymore. “I don't know if I should be flattered that you worry about me or insulted that you think I can't take care of myself around him.” His words weren't harsh or even accusing. He was just making a statement, thinking out loud.
“Don't talk like that.” How could she think she was worth so little? “You've been taught that you don't matter much by horrible people. And it's just not true.” He snorted a little at her next comment. She thought that she didn't deserve him. He didn't know how to tell her that it was the other way around. “Right. As if you're not in this much pain because of me. Let's face it, Laur. If I hadn't told you how I felt about you Thaddeus wouldn't know either. He might have just let the relationship died down. If I had just waited...” But he couldn't. He was impatient with this and didn't want to share Laur with anyone, especially Thaddeus Lestrange.
Damien sighed. If this was about his safety, well then Laurel had another shock coming to her. “If you're waiting for me to be safe then you'll be waiting for quite some time. We'll never get to be together if that's what's keeping you.” He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. If he got worked up he might have an anxiety attack and his potion was up in his dorm instead of on him. He hadn't thought to bring it with him, though the letter from his father was just the sort of thing to set an attack off. He moved his hands gently to her arms and pushed her away just a little so he could see her face and she wouldn't be able to hide behind her hair or cover her face with his shirt. He started calm and slowly, pronouncing each word carefully as if that might make them sink in. “I. Am. Never. Going. To be. Safe.” He paused for a second. “Thaddeus has enough reasons to get into a fight with me. Thaddeus doesn't even need reasons if he doesn't want them. But more than that, after we get out of school one of two things will happen. Either I'll join my father and risk going to Azkaban like the rest of them, or I'll have to run and leave my family behind, in which case my father will likely try to kill me himself. There's no safe for me. Only relatively safe. Thaddeus is the least of my concerns. He's already hurting Jasmyn and he won't hurt Dahlia because he likes using her to get under my skin too much.” He pulled her back to him and wrapped his arms around her again. “So stop worrying about what he might do to me, please.”
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Post by laurel halle flint on Nov 28, 2013 20:50:15 GMT
I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even trust myself It's killing me to see you this way------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Laurel hoped her mother would receive the help because she wasn’t sure how many owls she could answer a day before her owl simply fell out of the sky. If Damien was going to have his mother check in then maybe she could let that go; one thing to mark off the list of a whole lot of other things bothering her. Laurel found herself break into a small smile the moment he claimed he didn’t know if he should be flattered or offended. ”Flattered. Because previously I wouldn’t have cared about any person just what kind of mischief I should get into next and who could I use to accomplish it,” Laurel didn’t want to admit it out loud but with everything starting to tumble down she was slowly realizing that she couldn’t deny who she used to be if she wanted to fix herself for the future. Laurel looked back to Damien as he shot down her statement about being good for something. He wouldn’t understand it. He couldn’t. He would never be able to see how against all the odds he remained true to himself. Maybe he was hiding a tiny part of himself from his father but for the most part he was completely honest. Laurel had lied to herself so much when she was younger that she believed it. It took years to just get to this point.
Laurel didn’t know what to say. He was trying to say it was the other way around. He was sadly mistaken. She would forever be one of those people that just tried to keep her head afloat. She had so many plans to break the reputation after school. But could she truly stay with Thad until graduation. She was pretty sure it was bound to happen it just came sooner. ”If anything you saved me time, bruises, and hair,” Laur chuckled at the hair comment. It was another dark jest that most likely would make sense to Damien. She could remember the way Thad yanked at her head to pull her to her feet. Of course she wasn’t worried about hair at that specific moment but her sense of humor seemed to be tanking quickly. Laurel placed her hand back against his cheek tilting her head. ”If you had waited we would both just be denying what we already know not to mention being dishonest,” Laurel finally found a sincere smile. Nothing was dark about it. ”I think it was noble to stand up for what you want, something I admire about you. Something I’m trying to work on,” Laurel stated. Part of her wished Damien could have been at least a fly on the wall. If it wasn’t for him she probably would have laid on the tower floor and just let Thad do what he pleased to make it stop. But she kept getting up, continued to spit out the sass she had been holding in for years.
She sighed as he explained if she was waiting for him to be safe it would never happen. She understood what he was getting into after Hogwarts. The very thing she had tried to run away from by hopefully making grades to become a curse breaker. The only thing that made it different was that she wasn’t the cause of his pain. Someone else could hurt him and she would be on the side line ready to take care of him. But the fact that pain was going to hurt him because of a decision she made. That was what she wasn’t okay with. She could feel Damien tensing and she wasn’t entirely sure why. She felt him push her away for a moment. She bit down on her lip hard scared of what he was going to say. Maybe he had a spark of realization of how pathetic she was. His words were sharp and to the point and even though she struggled inside with what he was saying she knew he was right. But he couldn’t control what she was struggling with inside. No matter what he said if she was given the opportunity to protect him she would but she obviously wouldn’t tell him that. Especially now that he seemed so incredibly tense. ”Fine, but if he does come after you because of me I cannot be responsible for my actions,” Laur wasn’t entirely sure what that meant herself either but she could think of a few different scenarios.
Laurel felt him pull her back against him and she would never complain of such an action from him. It was interesting. How a person could be still just a tad bit controlling in a loving way versus a way to harm someone or make someone feel small. She never knew it could be in a loving way until lately. She leaned her head back against his chest confused about another thing now. These new feelings weren’t exactly giving her a green light to run away and become a curse breaker. She would never leave Damien and she did not want him on a bad foot with his father. She wrapped her arms around his back gently her thoughts still wondering. It had to be effecting him—his father. He was so tense today it could be also the topic but she wasn’t used to seeing the usually very collected Damien Nott lose it even in such a small manor. ”Are you worried?” Laurel whispered once more, her hands unlacing from themselves finding Damien’s right hand. ”About the future?” She stared into his eyes wondering what secrets they held. Everyone had their secrets but she was scared that Damien didn’t have a single confidant. She hoped Dahlia was his considering they were in similar positions but she couldn’t be sure. ” You can tell me—I mean I just gave you a novel full,” Laurel replied staring at the small stain on his shirt, her cheeks flushing red and her hair turning solid blonde for the first time in a day.
You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, There's nothing we can do Just let me go we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Monster of Men Batman is always watching...always.
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Post by damien vincent nott on Nov 29, 2013 7:47:59 GMT
Flattered? Well, that solved that, he supposed. He laughed a little, glad that he could drag a smile out of her, whether it was completely genuine or not. He didn't even try to trick himself into thinking the tension was gone, but at least they were smiling... sort of. “Then I'm very flattered, but still think you're too worried about the wrong things.” By the wrong things he meant him getting hurt by Thaddeus, and he was pretty sure that would come across. He wasn't afraid of Thaddeus Lestrange. Or at least he wasn't afraid of him in the way that some people, Thaddeus included, thought Damien should be. But Damien knew that they were pretty evenly matched. They both had their strengths and weaknesses and they would use them against each other. They would just continue the way they had for the last several years. It was just part of who they were now. And while he knew that Laurel had probably actually meant it as flattery as she said, Damien couldn't help but wonder what it was about him that made her think he couldn't hold his own in a fight with the Lestrange boy. He would have thought that she would have accepted by now that his study habits would have given him something to work with.
His hands found her hair again as she mentioned it and ran his fingers through it. He waited for her to finish talking before he said anything, though. And at that point he didn't know what he should say. What was the right thing to say when someone told him that they admired him? Especially when it was the girl he was interested in? His body seemed to act without him telling it to. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers for just a short moment. Damien knew he shouldn't do it; she was still Thaddeus's girlfriend. And the way she talked he wasn't sure if she had any desire to break that off anymore. Could he really blame her for that? If Thaddeus was beating her, he couldn't very well expect her to stand up against him for very long. At the same time he didn't plan on sneaking around with her. And she didn't seem to want him to stand up to Lestrange. It was all very confusing. When he pulled away he shook his head slightly. “Sorry.” He cleared his throat.
Damien wasn't sure what Laurel meant by her comment. When she said fine was she being sarcastic or was she actually going along with this idea? Did it mean that she was just going to let Thaddeus be angry about the situation or was she just saying it to get Damien to drop the subject? Or was she just acknowledging the fact that Damien was sort of in a situation that likely had danger written on it either way? “I'm not sure what you're saying 'fine' to.” He laughed a little. The second part was clear enough. She didn't want him to get hurt because of her, but he wondered how she could see it as her fault when he was the one making her life this complicated.
The topic change wasn't exactly a welcome one. Damien wanted to focus more on getting Laurel back to whatever she could call at least fairly normal. He wanted to make sure that he could help with whatever it was he was able to help with. He didn't want to pay attention to his problems. She didn't need to worry about his problems on top of her own. Besides that, he was afraid that thinking too much about the letter in his pocket would open up an opportunity for an anxiety attack to perk up. He wasn't sure Laurel knew about his anxiety attacks – he usually kept them well controlled with the potions he got from the Hospital Wing, and when he was at home St. Mungo's – so almost no one knew about it. But he supposed she could have found out from Dahlia. He should probably just tell her about them, but he wondered if that would make her think he was weak. He didn't want her to use it as an excuse as to why he shouldn't help with the Thaddeus situation. But he didn't want to lie to her about them, and he didn't want her to think he was hiding anything from her when she asked about whether or not he was worried.
He released her and slowly sat down on the ground. “I try not to think about it enough to make me worried.” He forced a sort of half smile on his face. “I guess that sounds kind of hypocritical.” Damien sighed, not exactly sure how to explain things. “I don't really have that many secrets, but making the anxiety attacks one of them is pretty necessary.” He pulled some grass out of the ground. “I take potions for them, but thinking about what might happen after Hogwarts always makes me tense. And I just don't want to set one of them off... But, yeah, I'm worried. When I do have to think about it. When Theodore sends owls reminding me.” He let out a little laugh remembering the Astronomy Tower. “Then again, it's not just thinking about the future that sets them off. It's just nerves in general I guess.” He looked moved his eyes from the ground to Laur's face. “So what do you think now that I'm not so... completely together?” He wondered if she'd run away. Part of him thought that it might be in her best interest, but he didn't want to lose her, if he had her anyway.
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Post by laurel halle flint on Nov 30, 2013 7:28:15 GMT
I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even trust myself It's killing me to see you this way------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Worried about the wrong things…Laurel couldn’t help but shake her head. Damien had this amazing power to watch over those he cared about but for some reason he couldn’t get it through his thick head that someone worried about him. Perhaps it was because he was constantly surrounded by people that had to be taken care of. It probably didn’t help that she was becoming one of those people. She didn’t want to be. For once she wanted to make someone’s life easier not harder. She wasn’t quite sure what happened to herself over such a short period of time. He was continuing to impress her though. She tried to make a comment about her hair. The spots on her scalp still were very vocal about the treatment from yesterday. That’s when he gently ran his fingers through her hair. She bit down on her lower lip. Everything terrible that Thad had done, Damien showed it could be done through love instead of hatred and disgust. She didn’t have words or a way to communicate it to him. Maybe one day she would figure out how exactly to tell Damien how much he meant to her. Currently, she could only come up with broken fragments and confused tears. One day he would know for a fact that he saved her instead of watched her rot away.
Laurel had just looked up the moment he pressed his lips against hers. She had been missing him since the night in the tower. She would be wrong to say that she hadn’t thought about kissing him again moments after. Laurel was slightly breathless even though the kiss only lasted for a moment. He seemed to have that effect on her. That everything he did was needed. That she was needed by him. It was a complicated feeling but it was a great one. ‘Sorry’ was exactly what she had said moments after she lost control in the tower, it was like their code word. She tilted her head to the side her hair turning auburn. ”I don’t think you were sorry enough,” Laur smiled pulled his collar gently towards her pressing her lips back against his. Things weren’t exactly perfect but in that moment. Things seemed pretty close. She pulled back once more before placing a strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn’t help but let a small flush of pink hit her cheeks. Saying things were going to easily worked out with time was just a silly prediction. Laur knew things were only going to have to get worse before they would ever get better. She shrugged her shoulders when Damien wanted her to specific what she was fine with.
Caught. She tried to make it very vague for a reason. Most of her friends would have simply let it go but she should have known Damien would catch it. She smiled as he laughed a little. She was glad that the mood had lighten up a little bit. ”I’m fine with…pretending the talk went well, I mean I’m not fine with it but I will deal,” Laur replied with a shrug of her shoulders. ”But I’m also a known worrier so I’m not sure I can promise not to worry about you but—I guess I will promise to not show it?” Laur teased gently. She could attempt and hide the fact that she cared enough about Damien to worry and then have the courage to voice it. She meant the second half of her previous statement. She couldn’t be held responsible for her actions if Thad came after Damien or anyone she truly cared about. Laur felt his grasp release her and she already regretted the space. She inhaled slowly realizing this was probably going to happen more then she wanted and to simply get used to it. She watched as he sat and she mimicked him sitting gracefully with her legs out in front of her. She stared at one of the rocks she was going to throw next. It was a miracle he could talk her down that quickly.
She turned to look at Damien the moment he started talking. Anxiety attacks she would have never pinned him with that but it did explain the tenseness he brought upon himself when she almost rejected his proposition. She couldn’t help but let a frown take over her facial expression the moment that he replied his father reminded him about his duties in owls. That wasn’t right. It was like torture. But perhaps no one else really thought of it that way. It was a slow means of torture. She nodded as he mentioned that just nerves could bring them on as well. She listened as he then asked her what she thought. She grinned slowly before turning away from the rock pile in front of her to look at Damien. ”I think it separates you from them. It means you have emotions, worries, and a mind. I mean it takes a mind to worry about things. Those lacking one don’t have that problem, I find it refreshing,” Laur stated. ”I guess being around machines that try to be human is just obnoxious now,” Laur chuckled thinking of how her father one of the biggest machines in her life. He must have scolded her even in his mind after he left. She leaned her head on Damien’s shoulder looking up to him. ” I think it makes me fall for you just a little bit more and I wasn’t quite sure that was even possible,” Laurel smiled looking back towards the lake. ”You make this strong confident woman out of me that’s been hiding forever, I almost wish you could have seen me. My father didn’t know what to do with me—same with Thad. I think I would have made you proud,” Laur grinned picking up one of the rocks near her foot and tossing it into the lake much gentler now.
You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, There's nothing we can do Just let me go we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Monster of Men Batman is always watching...always.
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Post by damien vincent nott on Dec 1, 2013 8:15:27 GMT
If Damien had said that he hadn't thought about kissing Laurel since their night in the Astronomy Tower, he would have been lying. As it was, there were very few people, or at least as far as Damien knew, that knew that they even had feelings for each other. He supposed that the rumor would circulate anyway with Thaddeus in the know now. His just-let-the-pieces-fall-where-they-may plan was looking better all the time. There was no way that Lestrange was going to let this topic go. It would mean completely staying away from Laurel now and he didn't think that he could do that. Especially when her lips were back on his. His arms wrapped back around her without him even thinking about it. Everything with Laurel just felt so natural. He felt like he didn't have to care so much about anything else as long as she was there. Of course that was an illusion. There was so much to worry about. But at least with Laurel he could forget for just a little while. He was happier when she was around. His smiles came easier. It was a weight off of his shoulders. But he had been sorry. Maybe not sorry for the closeness they were having, but he didn't want to push her to anything, even if it was just kissing, since he wasn't sure what was going on in her head. It looked as though his worrying about that was unneeded, though, since she kissed him back. He chuckled a little as they pulled away. “I think you were right. I wasn't that sorry.” He smirked a little.
Damien smiled a little and pressed a kiss to Laurel's forehead. He knew it wasn't going to be easy for her. She had spent so long trying to be one person in public and then recently spent a lot of time trying to be someone completely different so she could do something with her life other than be the wife that she was expected to be. But he couldn't help but be just a little happier at her words. “Well, you can worry a little.” He made his tone joking, but really it would be nice to be able to share some of his concerns once in a while. He felt like he kept everything to himself. He was sure Dahlia would be more than willing to listen, but he didn't think they were in the same place lately. She was more carefree, sure, but he was pretty sure that she was way more into the Dark Arts than he was. He didn't want to put Dahlia in this sort of position. He didn't particularly want to put Laurel in it either, but at least she could sort of understand him. Now that the smile was there, he didn't know how to remove it. “I know it isn't going to be perfect and simple, but I can't think of any other way to go about this. He's always going to say you can't leave and just assume that he's right.” Damien didn't know if he was making any sense.
He probably could have continued standing, but now that they were talking about something he wasn't entirely comfortable with, he just wanted to not have the temptation to walk away. Sitting down would help that. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that Laurel wouldn't care about his anxiety disorder. That didn't change the fact that just not knowing exactly how she would respond made him... well, anxious. Maybe that was because he was already a little anxious from the letter that he had gotten from his father. And the topic of Thaddeus had been a little tense. So it was another relief that she didn't think he was completely insane. He knew that having an anxiety disorder wasn't really desirable. He had been worried that she would think he was incapable of protecting her from Lestrange. He didn't know how to explain that Lestrange never got to him like that. He wrapped his arm around her as she leaned her head on his shoulder, again thinking that it was the most natural feeling he could think of. It was very comforting to have her there. "So you don't have second thoughts about being with me?" He smiled a little, making sure.
The thought of Laurel facing Thaddeus and her father made him a little worried. Especially since the events happened so close together. But he didn't want her to think that he thought that she couldn't take care of herself. He knew she could if she put her mind to it. It was all a matter of being who she was instead of who she was supposed to be. “I still wish I would have gone with you. I mean, to speak with Lestrange at least. I didn't know you had gone home until I got Theodore's owl. And even then I only assumed.” He kissed the top of her head again and tightened his arm around her just a little. “I would have offered to go with you to your house too if I'd known what you were dealing with. That might not have been entirely appropriate though.” He added the last part almost as an after thought. He was still, mostly, a gentleman.
He watched her throw another rock into the lake, noticing that it wasn't nearly as anger filled as before. That made him glad. It seemed like they comforted each other. He could feel his anxiety slowly leaving him already, which was good since his potion was up in the boys dorm. “Are you worried about the future? I mean, aside from the issues with your mother and with Lestrange...” He didn't particularly want to bring the subject back up again, but he wanted to know that she could be happy with him. His free hand ran through a few strands of grass at his side.
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Post by laurel halle flint on Dec 30, 2013 0:14:19 GMT
I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear The stairs creak as I sleep, it's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even trust myself It's killing me to see you this way------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same Hey! Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Laurel couldn’t deny that everything Damien had been doing lately for her was refreshing. She wasn’t used to people genuinely caring. She didn’t have to fake a laugh of some stupid pure blood joke nor did she have to flirt constantly to give off the vibe that she was someone who had to be seen constantly. That life was exhausting and this year had started off differently and was proving itself to be completely different the moment she stepped into a relationship with Thad. As much as she knew the relationship now was poison it was the first step in opening her eyes to not having to be perfect in their eyes 24/7 no one would question her actions with Thad on her arm the only problem was that he was completely rotten. She had started out as a best friend and confidant and as the control issue grew present the more she found herself retreating to Damien for normalcy. She regretted the decision in accepting Thad the moment she made it. She now was hiding the bruises that were a living consequence. His kisses were aggressive but in the right way. As they broke their kiss he then kissed her on her forehead. Those were the things she was constantly getting used to. It wasn’t about him—no those were comfort kisses and she could not get enough of them.
Laur grinned the moment he claimed she could worry a little bit. She leaned her head on his shoulder closing her eyes for a moment glad he came around. Worrying about him was natural. Worrying was natural when you genuinely cared about a person. ”Good—because honestly I wouldn’t know how to stop,” She whispered. The topic of what to do was brought up again and Laurel could feel her stomach doing a summersault trying to figure what to do. She bit down on her lip hard as she nodded against his shoulder. ”He’s always right,” Laur mumbled in an almost mocking tone. The two sitting there both knew he was the opposite of that. Laur knew what Damien said was true. Nothing was going to be simple or perfect for a long time. But her thoughts had led her to the conclusion that if she was with him—everything would be fine. Her father was locked away, Thad had just won the first round, but he was there to pick up the pieces. She froze the second he asked if she had second thoughts.
Laur leaned her head up to look Damien in the eyes. She brought on hand up interlacing her fingers with his before shaking his head. ”I have no second thoughts. If what happened has to happen again just to make this work—“ Laur attempted not to think about the tower and yet the painful memories did. She firmly nodded her head though. ”I will go through it until we graduate. Damien—this hasn’t been a recent feeling. I’m only angry at myself for my decisions. You have no flaws in my eyes, your anxiety is just part of who you are. If I wanted to leave I would have left when things first started getting complicated. I’m here for the long haul—I’m here for you,” Laur whispered before her lips found his once more. Perfect moments couldn’t last though and Damien was beating himself up about Thad all over again. She didn’t want him to think about that any longer. She lifted her hand to his cheek directing his gaze to hers. ”Hey—the past is the past, my family barely handled what I did just me in the room. My father would have completely lost it if you were there too watching him be disrespected by his daughter,” She mumbled putting emphasis on daughter. She then thought of Thad. ”Like I said. I would take countless bruises to make sure you didn’t receive one because of me,” Laur whispered the second half almost feeling guilty for bringing the subject again. It was showing vulnerability and she wasn’t exactly keen on that. Especially because it was the first time she believed it. She would much rather take the pain then watch Damien suffer. ”The important part doesn’t matter whether you were there or not, Damien. It matters that you were here to pick up all the pieces and shove them back together,”
Laur wasn’t quite sure she was ready for the question to be thrown back in her direction. She watched the rock she threw sink before disappearing from their view. She wondered if they were all going to make it. She was scared to truly speak her mind about the future but the other part of her knew if she told anyone she could tell Damien. She picked up one more rock turning it over in her open palm. ”If I’m being perfectly honest, I’m scared. I had this grand escape plan, but none of that seems important anymore. I guess I don’t have to be traveling Egypt to feel free. I think I was so trapped that I thought my only option was running away and now—all I can think of is you. And when we graduate if you have to take your fathers spot; I want to be still sitting next to you; helping you in any way I can because that’s what is important now—to me anyways," Laur added quickly to the end of her sentence. She couldn’t picture her life without Damien. Maybe they wouldn’t end up making it to graduation. Maybe she would still end up going to Egypt but until Damien turned her away. She would be there for him.
You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, There's nothing we can do Just let me go we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Monster of Men Batman is always watching...always.
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Post by damien vincent nott on Jan 19, 2014 0:58:45 GMT
It was a little frustrating to think that if he had allowed himself to open up a little sooner – if he had been willing to let himself feel anything – he might have gotten to Laurel before Thaddeus had. They could have skipped that entire portion of their history if he hadn't been so stubborn. Then again, he had been raised to not really feel anything for anyone. The one exception had been his sister, and of course he was a little more protective over Jasmyn, but he chalked that up to her being a friend and the fact that loyalty was important to him. He didn't agree with everything his father did, but it was impossible to live with a man and not have any of his ideals rub off. Like his father, Damien thought that because he was a pureblood wizard he was naturally better than others. He also believed that showing any weakness was a bad thing. So he didn't know if he would have even been able to admit to himself that he liked Laurel earlier than it had happened. But it would have been much easier if they could have gotten around the whole Thaddeus issue. Damien supposed it was his fault. He had been pretty much immovable. He was used to the life of just having flings with girls and letting them go. Damien had always assumed that when he actually got involved with someone it would be a mutual convenience situation. Love wasn't something that had existed for Damien before.
He chuckled a little at the thought of Laurel not being able to stop worrying. That sounded like Laurel all right. She had a lot to worry about without having to add his own stuff into the mix. He didn't want her worrying about what might happen between him and Thaddeus if Lestrange decided to get out of control. It really sucked that they were only seventeen and already had so much baggage. Maybe getting into a relationship was the wrong thing to do, but Damien couldn't bring himself to step away. Not now. He cared too much about Laurel and he was ultimately a selfish person, so leaving wasn't an option. Now that he and Laurel had put their feelings out there, there wasn't any turning back. Damien wanted to be with her and as long as she wanted to be with him he was going to do whatever he could to make that happen. He knew his family wouldn't be a problem. Hell, his father and mother probably would have attempted to arrange it since Mr. Flint had been put into Azkaban. “Yeah, well don't worry too much. There's enough to worry about as it is. We'll just cross the Lestrange bridge when we get to it.” He hated that they were together and they were sitting there worrying about what might happen if Thaddeus went crazy. He didn't even want to think about what had already happened between Lestrange and Laurel.
The entire situation was way more complicated that it should have been. If only he could just take Thaddeus out of the picture, everything would be fine. He couldn't listen to Laurel's words and not be affected by them, but how was he supposed to explain (without sounding like a total ass) that he would rather be the one getting hurt. Anyway that he thought of trying to say it made it sound like he didn't think she could stand up for herself, and that wasn't what he wanted her to think. “I am very, very flawed, Laur.” He shook his head a little. It was impossible to believe that she thought he was perfect, especially after telling her about his anxiety and knowing that he had his family to deal with. “And if I can help it, Lestrange won't touch you again. I don't care that you'd prefer to do it alone, I don't want you getting bruised every time you see the guy.” His jaw tightened a bit at the thought. He couldn't deal with Laurel constantly getting beaten up.
Her answer threw him off for a moment. He expected her to put on a brave face and say she knew what she wanted and was going to do it. He hated thinking that his issues were something that might hold her back. But again, he was too selfish to protest much. The idea of having her with him no matter what they were doing was a thought that made him smile. He kissed her lightly on the lips for a second before pulling away. “I hate that I might be keeping you from your dreams.” He frowned just a little. He dreamed of escaping sometimes, but he never really thought it was an option for him. Damien knew he had too many responsibilities to just pick up and leave. “I don't know what I'll be doing after the term is over. I always thought I'd get a job at the Ministry or something, stay as much out of the politics as possible. But I'm not sure how possible that is going to be.” He took one of her hands and laced her fingers with his. He sighed again. “I just want us to do, whatever it is that we're going to do, together. But I don't want you to give things up for me either.”
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