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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 19:55:17 GMT
"Lo-Lo-Lola.... Nananana- girls will be boys and boys will be girls..." Usually Dahlia wasn't one for muggle sort of music - but sometimes she found herself drowning in the tunes. It was relaxing, sadly; it took her to a whole different world. A place where she could be alone with her own self and not dwell on day by day stressful issues. -- A loud knock came to her bedroom door sending Dahl in a panic. Her heart skipping beats as she struggled to shut the small stereo off. 'Dahlia Louise!' After struggling with the small stubborn button, she had finally gave in and pulled the cord from the wall shoving the small juke box under her pillow. "Yes mother?" Dahlia kept her eyes glued to that door. Her hands clasped behind her back. 'I am leaving with your father.' Thank goodness. That would be the last and final time she played her music that loud. She had to realize how big the Nott manor was. Anyone would be able to hear that music throughout those bare halls.
Slipping a warm sweater on, Dahlia had finally rounded herself up and got dressed. Enough of her small lounging party, she had to see her brother before he had decided to take off once again and fail to speak with her. -- She needed his company; his presence. -Quickly, she slipped from her bedroom and continued down the spacious hallway leading herself to the staircase. A small rustling noise came from the family room. "Damie! Are you down there? Not even bothering to listen for a response, Dahlia hurried down the stairs and slid gracefully around the corner. The hardwood flooring making the slide perfect. - Her smile had soon faded as she had realized one of the house elves dusting the mantle. Her gut turning as she had felt she had missed him once again.
Dahlia took in a deep breath; her eyes saddened at the thought of her brother leaving and not speaking a word to her. -- Dropping herself on one of the family sofa's, Dahl began to play with a small string that had hung from her sweater. Lately, she had seen a change in her brother. He was no longer happy and outgoing like he had been before. Damien was slolwly beginning to shut himself off from her. Why? She was unsure. Perhaps she had done something? Or, he was beginning to feel the lonliness of leaving Hogwarts. But, other than that she did not know. - Letting out a big sigh, Dahl heard a few footstep come from behind her. Not bothering to look, she kept her head low. |
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Post by damien vincent nott on Nov 27, 2013 20:28:10 GMT
 This wasn't exactly the place Damien Nott wanted to be right now. After receiving the letter from his father while he was still in school about Mr. Flint's most recent living conditions, courtesy of the one and only Azkaban prison, all Damien wanted to do was stay as far away from his father as humanly possible. So when their mother insisted that the twins come home for the weekend, Damien was sure it was something that their father had put inside her head. Their mother wasn't as brainwashed as some of the women that were in the pureblood families, but she was by no means an independent woman. Damien knew that every thought in her head had come from someone else. Maybe not specifically from Theodore Nott, but the male half of the twins still remembered the time he had to take care of his mother and sister when their father had disappeared. He remembered how it seemed as though he had to do everything. He had to be the comforting one and the person their mother looked to for making plans. Luckily she wasn't as lost as Laurel's mother. Daphne could at least still function, in a way, on her own.
So far Damien had been able to avoid giving his father a direct answer about joining the Death Eaters. He was sure that Theodore thought that after Hogwarts Damien would join them. Damien was pretty sure that that would end up being his fate. He couldn't just leave. He had Dahlia and his mother to think about. And Laur and her mother too, though he knew that Laurel would tell him not to worry about it. But he knew just what joining the Death Eaters would mean. He would have to do a lot of stuff he didn't want to do, but he could keep everyone safe in the process. It was a very tempting idea.
His thoughts were interrupted by his sister's voice. He was still in his room. Apparently he didn't have to know that their parents were going out. Maybe it was just expected of him to know. He did. He could see them leave from his window. Well good. It meant he didn't have to be around his father for a little while. He didn't have to face the questioning looks, the expectations, or the almost painful silences in their conversation. He did have to face Dahlia. That wasn't something he was particularly looking forward to. Normally he was very close with his sister, but he didn't want to tell her about the Death Eater situation he currently found himself in. Dahlia might not be evil to the core but she did enjoy the Dark Arts far more than Damien did. He also felt himself not wanting to tell her that he had feelings for Laurel. He expected her to laugh. Damien Nott did not develop romantic feelings for any girl. On top of that, he knew that Laurel and Dahlia were friends.
He felt slightly defeated as he walked down the stairs. He made his way to the family room and put on a smile. “What, not causing any trouble while the parents are out?” He teased, heading over to the fireplace and leaning against the wall. The house elf disappeared to get some wood for the fire. Apparently it knew exactly what Damien wanted. That was convenient. “Stop playing with your shirt. You'll unravel it and then you'll be mad at yourself.” |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2013 16:54:51 GMT
Dahlia's mind was in a total different state. Her eyes were clear, absent. She didn't have much to do around the Nott home but think. Her best friends father had been locked away in Azkaban all because he had gotten a little sloppy. Now, she had to worry about his daughter -her best friend- As much as laurel had denied Thaddeus' abuse, Dahl knew she was lying. She could see right through the young flint. The marks, the bruises; the layers and layers of makeup she would apply just to hide it from the world. Dahlia understood that she didn't wish for anyone to know for the simple fact of how dangerous Thaddeus truly was. Always after her brother; fighting constantly. No one could seem to bring Thaddeus down from his power trip. Not even Laurel. -- Taking in a deep breath, she kept at her string just before Dahl heard a voice speak from behind her. A very familiar voice.
Jumping from the sofa, Dahlia found herself merely taking out the back as she had flung one leg over the back and hoisted herself up and over. Those long thin arms of hers wrapped tightly around Damien as she pulled him to her embrace. A sigh of relief coming through. "Damien!" She breathed before pulling away and looking at the strong that hung freely from her sweater. "It's a nervous thing... I thought you went back to Hogwarts already." The sadness filled her tone as she looked him over thoroughly. Dahlia was just relieved to see him there and not gone. -- A small chuckle pulled through as he spoke once again. "Today just - well, it wasn't the day." She wrapped her arms around her own self as she had taken a small step towards the fire. The glow illuminating off of her long dark brown hair.
"Ever since Flint had gone to Azkaban, father hasn't been the same. And mother has gone bland; Rabastan doesn't seem to help matters much either." Dahlia rolled her eyes taking in the heat. "Have you heard anything from daddy? Perhaps why he has been more distant than usual?" She swallowed hard keeping her eyes set on Damien. She had noticed something different about him.. He just wasn't the same Damien. He too was growing distant from her; could it of been something she was unaware of? -- Stepping to the front of him -once again- Dahlia forced him to make.some.sort of eye contact. "And you..." Her hand reached for his shoulder giving Damien one of her comforting smiles. "You... Have been too quiet..." |
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Post by damien vincent nott on Dec 8, 2013 7:45:28 GMT
Everything was just a little crazy. Damien knew he should tell Dahlia what was going on, but he didn't want to worry her. The twins had always been close, but Damien felt like he was always supposed to be the stronger one. She needed him more. They had also always been a little bit different. Dahlia liked the Dark Arts much more than Damien did. But that hadn't separated them before. Now everything was happening at once and Damien found that hiding certain things from his sister had become almost necessary. Perhaps it wouldn't be now that he had spoken with Laurel again. He felt a little hypocritical; Damien had wanted Laurel to tell Thaddeus that she wanted to leave him. He had offered to go with her, of course. That was only the gentlemanly thing to do and Damien was not afraid of Thaddeus, at least not in the way that Laurel thought he should be. But he felt a little worried about what Dahlia would think if she knew about his feelings for her best friend. At the same time, it was almost literally killing him to keep that from her.
Then there was the issue with their father. Damien didn't think that Dahlia was completely aware of what was going on. He was sure that she knew they were reforming the Death Eaters, but he didn't think she knew that their father was insisting that Damien join them after Hogwarts. And not like, casually at Damien's own pace, but the same day school ended. He didn't think Dahlia would see much of a problem with that though. The problem was that Damien didn't entirely believe in all that the Death Eaters stood for, and he was pretty sure that Dahlia would have no problem joining the Death Eaters. Damien, however, wanted more from his life. And he knew that Theodore would be on Damien's back about this much more than on Dahl's, just because Damien was the son.
He smiled at Dahlia anyway and wrapped his arms around her briefly. “I thought about it. Returning to Hogwarts, I mean. But I couldn't very well leave my sister behind now could I?” He put his hand to the top of her head and mussed her hair as she pulled away. The awkwardness between them just wasn't right. Damien knew he needed to correct it but he was worried that Dahlia would be mad at him. He shouldn't be adding troubles to her life.
Damien breathed a laugh. “You expect the Rabastans to be helpful? And father is the same as he has always been. He's just letting it out in the public just a little more than usual.” He ran one of his hands through his hair at her next question. Had he heard from their father. Or daddy as she had put it. Even in their younger years Damien never felt close enough to their father to call him daddy. Hell, he had trouble respecting Theodore enough to call him father. And how was he supposed to tell her that there was rarely a week that went by that he didn't get owls from their father? It would make her feel horrible. He sighed. He wasn't going to lie to her either. “I get regular owls from him. Nothing too extensive. Just updates and reminding me of what I need to do after school. If anything he's tried to get closer, I think.” Damien frowned a little. He didn't think she would have noticed his, isolation of sorts. He assumed that she would be too busy with her friends. He supposed that he usually counted himself as one of them. They were in the same sort of social circle. “I'm sorry. I've just had a lot on my mind. I didn't want to trouble you with any of it.” He gave her what he meant to be a reassuring smile. It was like he had to take care of her again, like before when their father had disappeared. |
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