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Post by damien vincent nott on Jul 23, 2014 5:53:13 GMT
 In typical Damien fashion, books were spread across the table in front of the couch. He had moved from sitting on that couch to siting on the floor. Almost every single book was open, the table was completely taken up by them – there were even a couple sitting next to him on the floor. His head was propped up in his hand with his elbow propped on the table. His eyes scanned the pages, taking everything in. Once in a while he would make a note in one of the books, or place a marking spell on a page so he could find something later. Not that he needed to be doing this – Damien was smart enough to be in Ravenclaw, but believed he was better than muggles enough to belong in Slytherin.
No matter where he was, Damien probably would have felt like he belonged. He wasn't really in to what other people thought of him – well, to an extent anyway. He didn't particularly want people to know about his anxiety disorder, and he didn't want to tell his family that he didn't want to be a Death Eater. But as far as studying and mostly being himself, Damien wasn't one to hide. He remembered when he used to get looks from people when he got a head start on his homework like this. He always had his homework done on time, and this essay would be no exception. He had learned to ignore the awkward stares and after a while it was only first years who weren't used to seeing a Slytherin like this. But none of them would dare say anything to him. Either they were too intimidated to talk to a seventh year, or they were familiar with his family. Not that everyone knew exactly everything about his family.
Damien sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He actually found Transfiguration very interesting, so it wasn't as though this was a chore, but it still felt like it was taking forever to get done. What he wouldn't give for a break. Just some little distraction. But he was also very determined to get this done tonight.
OOC: Ugh. Horrible starter post. Time to get back into the swing of things. |
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Post by laurel halle flint on Aug 2, 2014 19:30:37 GMT
Laurel was almost finally free. After all of the time spent dealing with Thad and then him magically disappearing caused for worry but with that worry was a sense of freedom at the same time. That part of her life seemed to finally only be bruises that would heal over time. The other half was still the hard fact that her father was thrown into the wizard prison and her pathetic mother didn’t know how to function without someone telling her what to do. Laurel had given in to writing her mother to-do lists just as her father would be she ended up throwing it in a rage when she realized her mother couldn’t function without every detail was written. No one was willing to help her because now her father was the idiot to get caught. Laurel continued to tell herself that it would get better after she graduated. Her plan was always to disappear without a trace just as Thad had done. But there was something holding her back—it wasn’t something it was someone. One who couldn’t run away as easily as she could.
Laurel had always been attracted to Damien Nott but it had been the fact that they were best friends and the more he saw what was behind her fake façade and didn’t run the more she had fell for him. Of course she had made the poor decision to date Thad but finally just maybe it would be her chance. She was almost certain that Damien would never hit her like Thad did and even the way he talked to her made it very clear that Damien wasn’t a clear image of her father or Thaddeus. Either way she just wanted to make sure he was okay. The times outside of school were heating up and the struggle which side were becoming clear. Damien had revealed to her his anxiety disorder and part of her knew it had to be getting worse. He was clever with masking it but to those who knew him well could watch for certain signs.
It was hard to hear what people said about her friends. Even Thad who disappeared, most people were highly critical because those with known dark families were forever plagued. She had listened for nights in a row of students commenting on her father getting taken away. Fingers pointed claiming she would be the one to restore the Flint last name. Those things never quite bothered her. But as she was sitting in her dorm reading her charms book masked by a large wizarding weekly she found a new enemy in the gossip train. ’I’m pretty sure he’s going to ask me out probably this time…next week,” Laurel turned her head slowly to attempt and see who was chatting about Damien so loud but didn’t want to look interested. She could hear plenty and that was already making her head spin. ”Well we all know I’m a sought after trophy wife,” Merlin. The girls in her house were sometimes very dense. She sighed quietly standing up and stretching. She threw the disguised book onto her bed. ”Laurel, what do you think? You two are friends,” Laurel felt her hand twitch as she said friends. ”I don ‘t know, I don’t really think middle man work is my forte,”
With that Laurel turned on her barefoot heels pulling the pony tail from her hair and letting the now red hair fall against her back. She could always attempt her best to hide her emotions but clearly it wasn’t easy for someone’s who hair could turn within seconds. She concentrated on letting it fade to blonde but nothing in her power was working. She was going to go to bed but now it was time to blow off some steam. Besides she didn’t want to continue to listen to a small Damien fan club ooze about him when they didn’t even take the time to truly know him. A trophy wife wasn’t what Damien needed…then again who was she to say what he needed. She was still in her small pj shorts and a tank trop as she entered the common room. It was rather empty just a few younger students frantically trying to do some preparation for the start of the week. That’s when her eyes fell on the mop of hair in front of the couch. A smile graced her features as she made her way towards him. She sat down amongst his spread out homework and smiled her hair completely fading back to blonde. ” Looks like you are having a fantastic night on your own, wouldn’t want to disturb you,” Laurel smiled before picking up one piece of parchment. ”Then again someone should save you from getting so far ahead that you’ll be bored in class,” |
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Post by damien vincent nott on Aug 4, 2014 22:28:09 GMT
If Theodore Nott had his way, Damien would spend the rest of his life, after graduation of course, trying to be the best Death Eater that he could be. As it was, Damien's father probably would get his wish, not that the lead Death Eater had ever expected less of his son. Damien couldn't pick up and leave as easily as some others could – if they had wished to, that is. Most people in their circle would have loved nothing more than for their son to be in Damien's position. But Damien did not want to lead a group of anti-muggle/anti-halfblood people into a war based on blood purity. He fell somewhere in the middle of knowing that he was better than people with diluted bloodlines and not actually wanting to kill them. But he was the son of the leader and he had a twin sister to think of. He was very protective of his sister and that was one of the major things keeping him from leaving when he got out of Hogwarts. There was no way that his father would put his sister in his place, so he had to just accept the fact that he was stuck.
Of course that put him in a difficult position. He wanted to be able to protect his sister, who he was sure planned on becoming a Death Eater, or at the very least marrying a Death Eater (which was a whole new problem in itself), but he also knew that Laurel wanted to get out, and he didn't blame her. His plan all along had been to lie low, maybe get a job at the Ministry and just fade out of people's minds. But Laur's plan had apparently always been to get as far away from here as possible. If it was anyone else Damien would have just said screw it and not even think twice about doing what he had to do to keep his sister safe. But Laurel had become a very important part of his life. He wasn't exactly sure what they were – more than friends certainly, they had talked about a future together but girlfriend seemed like too light of a word, and they hadn't made anything public yet.
His mind seemed to be working overtime – thinking about his life and his homework at the same time. He was still on the floor, his face buried in books when Laurel sat beside him. He looked up and smiled; everything just felt right when she was around. “Oh feel free to disturb,” he said with a grin, putting his quill down and pushing a piece of parchment away from him. “I could use a break anyway.” And he couldn't think of a better way to be interrupted anyway. It wasn't as though he needed to get all of this done right this second. He was already way ahead in class, he was just also annoyingly – at times at least – curious and interested. He would insist to anyone who asked that knowing everything he could would be more valuable than intimidation or force any day. It had worked for him so far anyway.
Damien leaned over and kissed the woman next to him, just briefly, and smiled. “Did you forget to get dressed?” he teased, indicating the pajamas, not that he would complain about her choice of clothing just now.
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Post by laurel halle flint on Aug 5, 2014 8:11:01 GMT
Laurel grinned the moment he claimed she could disturb his studies. She didn’t think he would argue with her but still she didn’t want to bother him when he was most likely occupied. She wasn’t one of those girls as much as the school wanted to believe she was. Unfortunately—fitting the stereotype was getting harder and harder the more her life derived from original plans. The moment she saw how defenseless her mother was she realized she was sick of the whole ‘trophy’ wife concept. She nodded the moment Damien claimed he needed a break. She wished he knew how much of the truth he just spoke. Not just from homework but from life. She didn’t know how to give that to him of course but she knew he at least the very least that he deserved it. And there—was that smile. It was rare ones so genuine but it was still showing through the masked facial expressions that he so often showed. ”Perfect, I came right on cue then,” Laur stated in her fake matter of fact tone.
Laur was not quite surprised but impressed when she received a gentle kiss. Her hair and cheeks speaking for themselves as they both turned a faint pink quickly bouncing back. She wasn’t quite sure if it had just been the girls talking in their quarters or she still just felt butterflies every time she realized that her best friend could possibly have feelings for her. And then another one of those genuine smiles. She couldn’t help return it and then let a small laugh escape her lips. She looked down to her wardrobe before shrugging. ”Well I was headed in that direction. But honestly—the intelligence level was dropping so quickly I thought I was going to forget the six new charms I had been practicing, Laur shrugged her shoulders before pushing Damien’s shoulder once gently. ”It was actually about you, I suppose you should feel honored,” Laur felt the right side of her lip tug into a slight smirk.
She hesitated pulling on the hem of her shorts. She wanted to talk about Damien. Ever since she found out about his disorder she wondered how he dealt with all that was happening. She wanted to make sure he was okay. The way he had talked about himself frustrated her because as he continued to ask if she still thought he was incredible it seemed that he doubted himself. Laurel believed that nothing Damien could do would change her perspective of him. Her instincts of course were to worry about those she cared about. The fact that she no longer felt much sympathy for her mother just proved that nothing was left in that relationship. Against her father she would never defend Laurel. It was always Laurel against him. Why should she care that her mother truly couldn’t care for herself? She still learned spells and realized that even if Damien couldn’t escape that maybe Laurel could still become a curse breaker. She could travel and make him escape with her for certain times out of the year. It would be a great escape route. But then if something did happen between the two. Laurel would be expected to play that trophy wife role.
Even though Laurel knew Damien would never treat Laurel like those stereotyped women. She knew for façade sake that she would need to play her role. Maybe she would just become a freelancer and when Damien was “away” she could sneak him truly away. It would be the few times she would know that he was truly safe. ”How are you holding up?” Laurel asked her tone almost losing its joking matter. She let her hand fall from the hem of her shorts to find his. She placed her fingers on the top of his grasping his hand gently. She lowered her head slightly so she could meet his gaze so Damien would think about what exactly she was asking. ”I know your load hasn’t lightened at all,” To any of the younger years around they could place their conversation about studies or friends but Damien would know and understand. Laurel picked up the hand from his and placed it against his cheek running her thumb gently over his cheek. ”Be honest,”
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Post by damien vincent nott on Aug 6, 2014 1:51:09 GMT
She was basically perfect for him; Damien had liked Laurel for a while but he had also thought that she genuinely had liked the relationship that she had been in. He also didn't particularly like to think of himself as the guy that took someone else's girlfriend. He hadn't liked Lestrange... at all... but Damien liked to think he was a decent enough guy that he wouldn't do that to someone. Of course in reality that was sort of exactly what he had done. He tried to justify it by saying that Lestrange hadn't deserved Laurel, and that she had really been interested in him and probably would have broken up with the other guy anyway. Besides, Lestrange hadn't treated her right. It wasn't really stealing if they both liked each other anyway, right? In any case, it didn't really matter anymore. Even if Thaddeus hadn't disappeared – and Damien had a pretty good idea what that was about – it seemed as though Laurel had been done with him anyway. He put the thought to the back of his mind and listened to her. Apparently he was the talk of the seventh year girls dorm – something that didn't really surprise him given his name and blood status, but not something he found especially pleasant as thoughts went either. Not to mention the fact that he really only wanted one person, and that person was sitting next to him at the moment.
“I was the talk of the dorm room?” he said, his voice teasing even though he didn't particularly care what seventh year girls were saying about him. He supposed he could have guessed easily enough. It was their seventh year and his blood line was probably sought after, especially of people who had parents in the Death Eater group. He almost found the fact disgusting – he would have if he didn't have the same pure blood elitist views. He was as pompous as the rest of them – maybe even more so since the only difference was he didn't feel the need to go out of his way to torture or make fun of half bloods and muggle borns. Maybe people saw that as a kindness, but in reality Damien just didn't give two shits whether they all lived or died – he just didn't want to waste his energy on them. “I hope you didn't lose all of your acquired knowledge. I'd be very interested in seeing the new charms.” He smirked a little, though he was less interested in the magic itself than the company. He'd use just about any excuse to spend some time with Miss Flint.
Their change of subject wasn't really something that Damien enjoyed talking about, though he supposed he should find more time to talk and plan. He wasn't going to be a seventh year forever. At some point he would have to stop being a student and decide exactly what he was going to do with his life. He thought about giving some cop out answer, that he was fine and everything would be fine. Or that he didn't want her to worry about it – which was true, but he knew the answer just wouldn't do it for this particular woman. And really, he wouldn't have wanted her if it had been enough. His interest in Laurel was based largely on the fact that she wasn't like the others in their year. She might have to hide the fact that she studied, but at least getting the grades was important to her. And she was a very strong person. Her father had been sent away and she was still in one piece. And even asking him how he was. What kind of Slytherin girl did that? “I'm...” He wasn't really sure how to say it. He couldn't exactly be completely honest here, since there were students around who didn't know what his father was up to. Students who didn't know about Damien's anxiety disorder. Actually, aside from his sister, mother, and Laurel, Damien didn't think anyone knew. Maybe the potions master, who occasionally had to whip up something to calm him down – but if that was the case, the teacher never said anything about it, probably too concerned about what his father would do, even though Theodore himself didn't even know.
“I guess well, all things considered. Just a lot on my mind.” There, that couldn't be misconstrued as something else if it was overheard. “But I really don't want you to get dragged into it all. You have other things to worry about – other things going on.” He lifted his hand to where hers was on his cheek, kissed her palm and then laced his fingers with hers, bringing both of their hands down. “And besides, this isn't a great place to talk about it.” He said the last part a little more lightly, trying to bring the mood in his voice to a better, less mournful tone. “I'd rather talk about something else. I'm thinking about going to Hogsmeade this weekend – getting a break from the school before we actually have to leave it for good. Do you want to go with me?” He gave her a smile. It wasn't quite a real smile anymore, but it would just have to do.
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Post by laurel halle flint on Aug 6, 2014 8:00:33 GMT
Laurel was wondering if she admit all the talk that had been brewing. Just like that time of month where all the girls sync and complain together. It was the end of the year and for pure blood families that meant time to start arranging some lovely treaties between families and creating love even if it didn’t exist. Everyone was at least hoping for Damien. He did after all have the whole package. Laurel wished she could just hit fast forward and see what would happen in that department. She would never ask Damien to abandon his sister. And maybe that was what scared her so badly. It was the fact that after all these years in secretly practicing so she could get her curse breaking license and run away that just one person would keep her here just like that. And she would happily play the part for him. At this point in time—Laurel would even gladly be his Eponine. If for some reason the future didn’t pay out like they had talked next to the lake she still would hang close. At least to make sure he was okay. Laurel pulled herself back down to earth to attempt and answer his question. ”Yes, the next step is for them to start placing bets on when your father will come up with an arranged marriage—if he does,”
Laur perked up though the moment he talked about the charms. She was rather proud of mastering the last one. It took a few tries and an owl to Donovon but she accomplished it. She usually kept it to herself but now she knew she could tell Damien without him judging her. ”Not all of it, I actually learned how to break a hex to prevent Alohomora from working, would have been helpful in the past,” Laurel attempted to pretend the night in the tower didn’t exist but every once in a while it still haunted her. Part of her wondered if that had ever crossed his father’s mind. The fact that her father had just been caught probably wouldn’t put her name at the top of his list; then again who knew if that was even something that crossed Theodore’s mind. ”Donovon also talked about maybe after graduation of doing an apprenticeship with him, Laur shrugged. It was him in fact that got her interested in the career path. Actually—Donovon was the one that suggested it as an escape route because he used it himself often.
Laurel waited for the long pause that came after the’ I’m’. Damien honestly didn’t have to say much more as she nodded. So he wasn’t doing all that well if he hesitated that long. These were the times the mere seconds that the wall fell down and Laurel could see how tired those eyes were. It wasn’t from lack of sleep but just from the worry. Those brief seconds were all she needed. ”Ugh Damien you know I don’t mind,” Laur whispered as quietly as she could with still showing emphasis that she would rather be included. ” Other things but to be perfectly honest—this,” Laur tightened her fingers within his. ”You are more important than anything else,” Laur had been known to lie in the past especially to Thad but this was her being completely vulnerable to him. ”I would do anything to make sure…” Laurel paused realizing she couldn’t finish that sentence in case someone was listening. ”you are okay,” was all she could finish it with. And for once Laurel believed exactly what she said. She wondered if that was how her mother started. Maybe she once had a brain…maybe she lov—no but how could she love her father when he was so terribly rotten? She refused to believe that her father was once decent like Damien.
Laur felt the kiss against her hand and nodded agreeing that here wasn’t the place to talk about it. She wished he understood how much she cared about him. Maybe he first could grasp that then he would understand why it was hard for her to brush away. Laur let her hand be guided by his as her eyes watched the hands fall. The moment he spoke though her eyes met his once again. Laurel nodded slowly and then a little quicker her eyes scanning around the common room. Even though they weren’t alone no one was truly paying attention. It might as well that they were. ”Anywhere as long as you’re there,” Laur stated before leaning forward and taking her turn to place a gentle kiss against his right jawline. ”When were you thinking? I mean just in the tower had it’s fun moments as well,” Laur replied with a wider smile just attempting to bring out his true one again. Someone with such little time for himself needed to feel loved. ”I mean…we could hex a carpet again,” She whispered a little quieter raising an eyebrow ever so slightly and the corner of her mouth pulling at her lips into a small smirk.
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Post by damien vincent nott on Aug 6, 2014 23:17:37 GMT
Damien felt the urge to laugh, but he held it back. The idea that his father would set him up with someone was absolutely hilarious, and terrifying at the same time. He didn't think that his father would actually try to arrange a marriage for him. At the most he figured Theodore would just throw out suggestions. The arranged marriages were probably more for his sister. The Nott name was still strong, his parents would want his twin to marry someone who had a family just as strong as their own. There was no way they would let Damien's twin marry someone who wasn't worthy. Actually, that was one of the things Damien agreed with. He didn't want to see his sister marry a muggle born or a muggle sympathizer. Hell, he really didn't want to see her marry anyone, but that wasn't realistic. He'd have to settle for destroying the life of anyone who hurt her. The other comical part was that any of the girls in that room thought they could even interest Damien. “I really hope that you told them all I am spoken for.” He gave her a smile. “I don't see why my father would want to set me up with anyone. He'll be too preoccupied with my sister since she'll be the one to change her name.” He shrugged and looked toward the direction of the girls dorms. “You really should tell them. We wouldn't want them to interfere too much with your studying.” He looked back at her and smirked. “Or I could tell them, if you want. I would just have to fly up there or something. Stupid stairs that turn into slides.” That was a pretty inconvenient thing about the castle. The girls could get into the guys dorms but the stairs went all slidy when a guy tried to get to a girl's dorm.
The Slytherin boy wasn't sure how he felt about the fact that his girlfriend, and he supposed she was his girlfriend now, working with Donovon after graduation. He wouldn't say he was jealous exactly, but he was definitely worried about her. He had only really just started seeing Laurel and maybe she would go off and find someone else that she wanted to be with. He supposed he shouldn't really get in the way if that's what she wanted, but with them talking about a future, and he thought he was basically stuck where he was, he wasn't really excited about not seeing her again. Okay, jealousy was exactly the word for it. Both because Laurel had the option of leaving, and because another guy (nevermind the fact that he was older) would be quite possibly spending more time with the girl he loved than he would be able to himself, especially if she had to travel a lot. But he sucked it up. He wasn't going to tell her who to hang out with and what she could do with her life. He wasn't going to be Lestrange all over again, or his father for that matter. Or her father. He smiled at her. It would be a good thing for her anyway. “That sounds interesting. Probably a good thing too, if you want to be a curse-breaker. You have to get experience some where.”
See, there were other things on her mind. She had to figure out what she was going to do after school just as much as he had to. Maybe more. He didn't want to hold her back, but he also knew, especially with her comment about making sure he was okay, that she was torn now too. That hadn't been what he'd wanted. But he was also selfish and wanted her to say all of those things. He didn't want her torn, he wanted her with him. But he didn't know if that's what was best for her. Not that he'd make a decision about that on his own, but if she left, he supposed he would understand why even if he didn't like it at all. “It's not that I don't think you could handle it, or that I want to keep you out. But you've got so much going on already. And there isn't a whole lot either of us could do about the situation right now except plan anyway.” He shrugged but smiled.
Spending time with Laurel was definitely a subject change that Damien approved of. “I don't have it all planned out,” he admitted, “I just thought it would be fun to get away from people for a few hours. Maybe grab something to eat that isn't school food. Or head over to the Shrieking Shack.” He shrugged. “Just something that isn't work. And maybe we can talk more about what we're going to do about... everything... then.” He smiled. “Or we could just pretend like nothing at all is going on. Either is fine with me.” He laughed a little at the memory of the damn carpet. “I'm beginning to wonder if you needed help at all. Maybe the carpet was doing exactly what you wanted it to,” he teased. Damien scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Of course, we don't really need a carpet to be close now. Unless of course you have some sort of thing for magic carpets.” He laughed a little again.
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Post by laurel halle flint on Aug 7, 2014 0:57:41 GMT
Laurel didn’t know what she preferred. If she told them or if Damien did? But what was important in this moment was the fact that he was willing to do so. Just for her sake? That was the part about this whole thing that still blew her mind constantly. He was decent and constantly made sure her feelings were validated and that she was okay. Laurel shrugged her shoulders once before nodding. ”I think it would be better if they just happened to find out,” Laurel might have had various ways of thinking changed throughout the course of her life but that tiny vindictive nerve was still left. And part of her just wanted to see Claire’s face one day when Damien was around Laurel. Not that she would want Claire to feel terrible. But it would just prove that Laurel would never be her middle man slash wing man that she wanted so badly. ”Less drama for us if they just stumble upon it one day. I think our life has too many other situations then one that would involve Claire,” Laurel paused the moment she realized she revealed Claire’s name before laughing quietly to herself. ”Oops, well not like you didn’t already know,”
Laurel wasn’t a huge fan of Donovon Martineau at first. It wasn’t until he actually stopped by to help her mother. They had a common friend—Valerie. The man didn’t seem like someone she didn’t trust and it was then that her own mother spoke and talked about Laurel’s desire to travel. To her parents that’s all they knew of why Laurel was looking into such an ‘un-lady like’ career. Donovon had sat her down within moments captured her attention. After her mother left the room he explained that most curse breakers had the same intent to escape. And from that moment on she realized that Donovon wasn’t so into his Death Eater duties. The more she watched the more she realized. She wondered if with a little help Donovon could even help Damien disappear for a little while. She knew he wouldn’t leave without his sister so maybe disappearing would be the best they could have. Laurel also knew the selfish reason of not wanting to leave him because there were plenty of singles that would be eyeing him. Either for themselves or daughters/nieces. She didn’t even want to think about it. ”Yeah, seems like we have similar minds…he often goes to Egypt and Barcelona in the same night,” Laur wondered if Damien caught onto what she was even implying. ”You know if I had my license…who’s to say we couldn’t do the same,”
Laurel was trying to imagine just being free to just be open with Damien. They didn’t have to hide from Thaddeus or any of his silly pretend lackey’s. No-it didn’t mean life was perfect but it sure made things a lot easier. She knew she would have the stupid scar but at the same time it was just proof that she could go through hard battles and still come out strong. If anything the whole situation proved that she wanted Damien and only him while the others would just turn her into her mother. Break her opinions and mold her into being what they wanted. Not anymore, not this girl. ”Sounds lovely, and honestly I could care less what we did as long as I get to see you,” She knew this was the truth and say the future did pan out it would be the truth then. If his father bit the dust and he had to take over as long as she saw the man she was constantly re-falling in love with then nothing could ruin that. ”I like the talking idea—better to prepare then to be blindsided,”
Laurel smiled as he laughed. She enjoyed hearing him so happy even if it was from that at first terribly embarrassing night. ”Hey, I never said learning extra charms wasn’t helping me out,” If she had to do it all over again she wouldn’t have changed a single thing from that night. ”Don’t tempt me with a good time Mr. Knott,” Laur teased back as he wrapped his arm around her waist. She leaned against him placing her head on his shoulder. Now this was perfect. If only the world didn’t exist. They could be so close and yet so far. They still had school and the constant fear of his father dying and Damien having to take over would launch a whole new state of worry in her mind. If they could stay seventh years for just a bit longer maybe they would had a full proof plan. Maybe things would just disappear and go away. Maybe she would never have to see Damien hurt. Of course she would enjoy certain things about ageing. Like owning her own home, having a career, even the future she thought about so often with Damien. ”Do we have to leave this place? Laurel finally spilled what her thoughts had been tumbling about inside. At least Damien was safe here. Laurel wrapped her free arm around him almost scared if she let go time was going to vanish just like that. ”Being seventh years forever would have its perks…I just…” Laurel trailed off thinking about the possibilities and the first one was that Damien would end up in the same place her father was. The second then was worse-a graveyard. She wouldn’t be able to handle that. She already knew she couldn’t.
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Post by damien vincent nott on Aug 7, 2014 3:12:57 GMT
 “Oh Claire. Is it Claire? Well then I think we need to march right up there and tell them everything -” Damien made a show of trying to get up, but didn't really move very much “-and I'm just kidding I'd never actually do that to you.” Of course it would be nice, Damien thought, for them to finally stop trying to 'accidentally' bump into him during dinner or in the common room. He could only take so much hinting. And Claire was absolutely the worst. His mother probably thought the girl would have been a good match, but Damien had a different taste in women than his mother would have liked. Not that she had any say whatsoever about what he did with his life. He was still pretty upset with her about how she expected him to step up when Theodore left. Damien had to become the man of the house for an entire year. It wasn't that his mother was weak, she just expected something very specific from her son. He settled back down in his spot on the floor. “We don't have to say anything, but the sooner they find out the sooner they can stop. I mean, I imagine they'll get worse at first, but eventually they should just stop.” He was glad that he found someone who was attracted to him, and not just his name. Claire liked the status that came with his name, he was sure. Not him specifically.
Damien took a deep breath. “I'm really not sure how I feel about Mr. Martineau. But if you trust him...” His words trailed off. He didn't know the man well, he tried to avoid most of the people in their organization if he could help it, though he figured he probably couldn't be like that for very long. He wasn't going to prevent Laur from working with him though. He had meant what he said – that Laurel had to start somewhere. He supposed Donovon was one of the more logical places to start. But he doubted he'd be able to travel with Laurel when they went anywhere. Not because Martineau wouldn't allow it, but because he'd be caught up in stupid Death Eater stuff. Certainly he didn't have to be tied up all the time, right? His father had to take breaks now and then. He also didn't particularly care about the part about her and this guy having similar minds, but before he could say anything she was talking about traveling. “Do you want to go to Barcelona? I mean, specifically there. I thought you just wanted out... generally. We could maybe go for a little while after school is done. Before anything really starts.” Coming from money had it's privileges. And he actually thought his father would approve. Maybe he could say that he wanted to do some recruiting. He didn't think his father could object to the idea.
Talking while they were away from the castle was probably the best idea. As much as Damien wanted to just forget everyone other than the two of them, he agreed that it was probably better to plan than pretend like nothing could happen. And it would probably do a lot for his anxiety if they had a plan. Maybe he wouldn't feel so stressed out afterward. He almost wished that he was the type of guy who could just tell his family to go on without him. Drop everything. But he would also probably pay for that. While his father was a little lenient with him since he thought Damien would be joining his organization, if Damien said fuck it, Theodore would probably not think twice about hunting him down and killing him. And where would that leave everyone? His mother would be out a son, his sister a brother. And it would probably not make Laurel feel very good either. There was too much to consider. “Okay. Then we'll plan. And we'll plan something else in case the plan doesn't work. And then we'll pretend like no one else exists.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
He smirked a little at the thought that he was tempting her. “Oh, am I that tempting. Maybe I should have played harder to get. Can't make it easy for you, you know.” He wrapped both arms around her when she leaned against him. He frowned a little when she asked if the had to leave. He really wished they didn't have to. Couldn't their last year just go on forever? Everything was more or less at a stand still right now. They could just be together and not have to worry about everything. After the left would they ever get that sort of peace? He doubted it. “Well, not for a little while,” he finally said. “But probably eventually. I think they'd frown upon twenty year olds attending seventh year classes.” He tried to make it a joke, but it didn't come out quite right. “We'll figure it out, though. We've still got little things like tests and stuff to worry about.”
Damien imagined they probably looked a little strange. They had been close before when people were around but not really like this. He wondered how long it would take for the rumors to spread. He didn't really care. For once the rumors might actually be right. It would be a nice change. He smiled a little at the thought. At least they could be happy for the remainder of the year. “I love you.” He didn't think he'd actually said that before... to anyone who wasn't his mom, and even though he really didn't think he'd said it to her either. And he wondered if he'd said it too fast. Do people say that when they just get together? But they hadn't really just gotten together, he realized. He'd liked her for a long time – before they had gotten together, he probably had liked her before she dated Lestrange, and just hadn't admitted it to himself. “I think we need to get out of the school as soon as possible. We both need a break. From just about everything.” He nodded as if to convince himself. It was entirely true. He was getting more and more anxious as the days went on because they had talked a lot about the future but had done very little actual planning. “I wish we could just forget that there are people here and just leave. Do you think any of this will ever get easier?” He meant the fact that they both seemed to be torn, Damien because of his family and Laurel because of Damien. It seemed like they had gotten in the middle of a mess.
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