SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by damien vincent nott on Sept 2, 2013 5:58:34 GMT
There was a lot to think about. At least for Damien. His father was the new leader of the Death Eaters, which were slowly coming back. They'd started with a bang. Ronald Weasley, friend of the famous Harry Potter, had been killed in one of their attacks. And had Theodore Nott thought even once how it might affect his son? Of course not. What Damien's father was thinking, Damien was sure he would never understand. They all knew that Pureblooded wizards were better than half-bloods and muggles. Why did they have to go and rile everyone up about it? And now Damien was being pressured into joining them. That was only to be expected, he assumed. He was the son of the new leader and he'd be first on the list of seventh year Slytherins to recruit. The trouble was, Damien just didn't think he wanted to walk down that road. He knew how it had worked out the last time. All he wanted was a good job at the Ministry and a pureblood wife to keep his line alive. That was all he really needed. Now his father was messing that up.
The Astronomy Tower was a great place to think. It opened up to the sky so he could see all of the stars. He would frequently sneak up here when he needed to think about more than how to start an essay. Actually, Damien didn't need to spend a lot of time on homework. He was a very smart kid and read a lot anyway. He didn't particularly care that several of the students in his house thought that made him more like a Ravenclaw. He insisted that it was better than waiting until the last minute and stressing over the possible result. So he had nothing more to do than to ponder what road his life might take in the next year.
Damien was comfortable. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. He had brought a blanket up to the tower with him and was lying on his back on top of it, hands behind his head. If he hadn't had to think about his father's decisions, he would have been completely relaxed. As it was, his mind was racing. He only had the rest of the year to decide what he was going to do. “That's not much time...” he whispered to himself, thinking out loud.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by laurel halle flint on Sept 5, 2013 5:07:06 GMT
So scared of breaking it That you won't let it bend, And I wrote two hundred letters, I will never send Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed So let me be, And I'll set you free --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You say your faith is shaken,And you may be mistaken To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun,I'm desperate and confused So far away from you, I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to run Why do you do what you do to me, yeah? Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?
Laurel have almost been caught twice now. She had left early from a small get together in order to study for her upcoming exam. Laurel Flint studying, yep it had started to become a trend ever since Daniella Meadors actually helped her study. Laurel wasn’t quite sure what Dani had seen in her. Maybe how miserable she was? But she took the time to get her caught up during their fifth year and ever since she was in Dani’s debut. Not that she would ever admit it out loud of course, she was still Laurel. Things had started changing at home drastically. Ever since her father had planted fake evidence during her sixth year things sky rocketed. Not that anyone knew it was placed evidence. He was then made head and then things had just gone south since then. He hated the way she acted in school and claimed that she was his biggest regret. Thus Laurel couldn’t just give up her party girl reputation. It was getting exhausting though. These days she didn’t even want to sleep with half the guys she hooked up with. It was just to keep her name clear so people didn’t wonder when rumors spread about her grades. She never wanted to talk grades. That was unless it was to her mother and she was telling her all about her escape plan. She didn’t know exactly what her father got into these days but she knew it was nothing she wanted to be a part of. Did she believe pure bloods were better, of course she did. But she didn’t want to go out of her way to push a mud blood down the stairs, didn’t that defeat the purpose of saying they were lower then them?
It never made sense to Laurel to go out of her way. That was effort and in her case she considered effort for only people that deserved her time. Of course that list was growing lately. Laurel pulled Kendrick’s arm from around her shoulder sliding it to the side so she could jump to her feet. She smoothed her skirt out before making her way back to her dormitory. She opened her chest and pushed passed several pairs of designer jeans and a whole set of make up before pulling out three books. She shoved it in her book bag before throwing the latest wizarding fashion magazine to peer out the top as she threw it over her shoulder. She snuck back through the common room as easy as she left. Kendrick hadn’t moved a muscle. She had lost interest in him about two months ago. Poor sod. Her black boots clicked as she made her way towards the towers. It was harder near closing time in the library. She couldn’t risk someone walking around and making their way past her. That was simply out of the question. She just wanted to graduate and leave the world behind as a Curse Breaker. Egypt was nice around this time of year maybe even Spain. She just wanted out and away.
Laurel pushed the door open quietly to the astronomy tower. No one was crazy enough to come up here this late. She would just sneak in find a quiet corner just in case a couple came in later to have a decent snog. She would be safe there and even if they found her she would just bring on the tears and sob over her fashion magazine claiming she wasn’t skinny enough or some drastic bullock to send them running the opposite direction. She was decent with driving people away. Not to mention her waterworks on the spot deserved her an award if she did say so herself. She was more than halfway in the tower when her eyes passed over Damien lying down. Her hair quickly changed to a bright blonde as she turned on her heel her potions book falling with a loud thud. She cringed as her hair switched drastically from red to blonde as she quickly bent down and picked up the book biting down on her lip. ”Thought I would be the only one up here, but yet again you beat me to something good, guess I’ll just leave you be,” Laurel mocked turning on her heel before her charms book slipping from her grasp, cursing under her breath as she grabbed the second textbook her notes then falling which proved she actually did pay attention in class.
I am in misery There ain't nobody who can comfort me Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me
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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Maroon 5 Batman is always watching...always.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by damien vincent nott on Sept 5, 2013 18:52:13 GMT
He was stuck debating. Debating, he figured was all he was ever going to be able to do about this particular decision. There was no way his father was going to accept no for an answer. Damien was the male child, he would be expected to fit in with his father's people. Even if Dahlia was the one more suited for that task. Damien didn't always like that about his sister, but what could he do? They were close and she seemed to be genuinely suited for the Dark Arts. Sure, Damien had his pureblood supremest ideals, but he wasn't one to go out of his way to make bad things happen to anyone. If the opportunity presented itself, then sure, why not? It was his birth right to make sure that everyone with a lower status knew he was an important person. But mostly he just ignored people. Why associate with them unless necessary? He knew there were half-bloods that supported his father's cause, and when he was in a mood he didn't particularly care what the blood status of a witch was. As long as he didn't get them pregnant, he didn't see the harm in a little fun.
Not that he was a real player or anything. He treated girls with the respect they deserved. His friendly casual sexual relationship with Jasmyn was practically perfect. They were friends who got together when neither of them was in a relationship. It was really the ideal situation. And they were actually friends, which was even better. So often it got screwed up. Someone fell for the other and everything was called off. But this wasn't like that. They were good friends who had some fun. He'd had other girls, of course, but it wasn't like he was the school manwhore. He was a gentleman, who just happened to be in bed with women a lot.
Damien thought about going to see what Jasmyn was up to. Or sending a letter her way to have her meet him here. But that was before he heard the racket of a falling book. “Graceful, Laurel,” he said with a smirk. Well, it might just be even better if he stayed where he was. He hadn't expected Ms. Flint to show up. While he knew she was a secretly studious person, he really hadn't expected her to be up in a tower. She was going to greater lengths, it seemed, to keep anything from screwing up her I don't give a shit reputation.
Truth be told, if Damien was going to fall for anyone, it should have been Laurel. Of course, he kept telling himself he would never have those kinds of feelings for her. But they were a lot alike. They were both in Slytherin, both seventh years, and both of them didn't mind reading a book. Then there was the fact that her attitude toward half-bloods seemed to mirror his own at times. He patted his hand on the floor next to him. “Stay. There can't be many other places in the castle for you to hide out while studying.” His voice was teasing, but he really wondered what the big deal about openly admitting being smart was. He'd done it, and sure he had gotten made fun of at the beginning. People joked that he should have been in Ravenclaw. But it didn't really matter to him. At least he knew he wouldn't be failing and having to repeat this year again.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by laurel halle flint on Sept 6, 2013 0:20:54 GMT
So scared of breaking it That you won't let it bend, And I wrote two hundred letters, I will never send Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed So let me be, And I'll set you free --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You say your faith is shaken,And you may be mistaken To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun,I'm desperate and confused So far away from you, I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to run Why do you do what you do to me, yeah? Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?
Laurel sighed through the gritted teeth as she bent down on one knee grabbing the pile of notes before slowly opening the cover of the book and sliding them in before quickly hiding the book back in the bag. Her shoulders tensed as he spoke. Graceful, Laurel She rolled her eyes as she turned to see his perfectly plastered smirk. ”How did you know my middle name was Laurel?” Laurel replied with a mock surprised expression, placing a hand over her heart. She closed the flap on her book bag shaking her head back and forth. ”Careful, one day that silly smirk of yours may be permanent,” It was like he turned on the light and she had cleared out the kitchen area. Couldn’t really turn back now she was caught red handed; might as well enjoy the calories because the rumors would spread anyways. Defeated--her hair faded back to blonde as he patted beside him and asked her to stay. If it had been anyone else she would have pulled one of the fake maneuvers to get out of the situation but he was Damien her best friends older brother not to mention one of her close friends. One that had put two and two together and wouldn’t let her sneak by in lies, she let a low growl erupt from the side of her mouth as her shoulders slumped as she walked back over towards him as he called her out for her studying habits. ”Sometimes it’s truly unfortunate you’re not as dim witted as the others,”
Laurel pulled the bag from over her shoulder setting it to the side before eyeing the blanket. ”Sure, you weren’t waiting for someone else? because I can leave…” Laur asked pushing a piece of the blonde hair behind her right ear. She sat placing her chin on her knees following where Damien’s gaze had been before she interrupted him. It was beautiful. She was ready to place galleons on the fact that he had been waiting for someone. Her brain was on overload she was just over analyzing everything. With what Thadd was constantly saying, how to keep her anger locked away and to use it, Corey constantly wondering what was changing, Dani who was secretly starting to become one of her better friends and then of course dear ol dad. Laur turned eyeing the fashion magazine that was meant for back up that was clearly not going to cut it now. She chuckled just at the thought of trying to drive Damien away with some obnoxious girl prank. He would probably also call her bluff on that. She turned looking back to him before shrugging her shoulders. He was very different from Kendrick (a flower pot of a boy. Pretty to look at but nothing on the inside) then of course there was Thadd who was a different book all together. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of him most of the time.”What has you up here, I mean if you aren’t slithering around waiting for someone or hiding that you are actually intelligent,” Laur replied with a quiet laugh. She knew how ridiculous it sounded. But everyone including her own mother told her nothing good came of books. Laurel was meant to become a wife and to settle down not run off as a curse breaker. ”Must be thinking about something rather important,”
I am in misery There ain't nobody who can comfort me Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me
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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Maroon 5 Batman is always watching...always.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by damien vincent nott on Sept 6, 2013 3:26:22 GMT
Anything that he'd been thinking about before was just erased from his mind for the time being. Laurel had that affect on him, and he wasn't entirely sure why. He was never one to really get caught up in feelings for girls. The closest he had been was with Jasmyn, and that was strictly a friends with benefits type deal. They probably could have been more than that, and they would have been fine going back to friends. They just worked well as friends. And they both liked being in bed. So it was a win-win. So he couldn't understand why he instantly felt happy around Laurel. Sure, she was a great girl. She was smart, even if she didn't particularly enjoy sharing that. She was gorgeous. She was a pureblood and his age. But he kept telling himself he didn't see her in any other way than as a friend. Of course he was lying to himself. How could he not see her as more than a friend? He told himself if she just kept hiding who she was, an actual study bug, then he might feel differently.
He smirked. “Wait. Your name is Laurel Laurel Flint?” He breathed a laugh and watched her pick up her things. He would have helped her, but he figured that would have made her more embarrassed. Besides, he was a gentleman, but he hadn't caused the papers to fall. And he doubted she wanted him seeing her notes. He gave her a genuine smile. “Now that's just something parents say when they don't want to look at their kids making faces.”
Unfortunate that he wasn't as dimwitted as some people could be? Well that almost sounded like an insult. Almost, but not quite. Anyway, he knew that if they insulted each other, it was usually all in good fun. “Don't you mean that it's very fortunate. That at least there's one person you don't have to worry about your reputation with?” His face was nothing but serious for the moment. It really did bother him a little that she felt like she had to hide that part of her. There wasn't anything wrong with it. Then again, he was sort of lying to his parents. But it wasn't about school. He just let his father assume he was going to join the Death Eaters after Hogwarts. But really Damien had made no such commitment as of yet. If Dahlia kept hanging out with the Lestrange guy, though, Damien might reconsider just to have some sort of power over that situation.
He went back to an easy smile. “Did you drop six years worth of notes?” He asked in a teasing manner. He might have thought she wouldn't want him to see them, but he had no problems asking her about them. Damien looked down at the blanket. “I wasn't waiting for anyone. I just didn't want to get dusty.” He gave a shrug. The Astronomy tower was a big space, it was only natural that there would be a lot of dust. That was something Damien didn't really want to deal with. “So seriously, sit down. Because I could really use the company.”
Damien debated for a moment telling her why he'd come up here. But he decided that she would find out anyway. Their fathers were in the same sort of circle. “I suppose it was important. Trying to figure out everything that's been going on with my father.” His eyebrows pulled together and he leaned back on the palms of his hands. “It's going to get ugly soon.” He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts again. “Did you really need to study or was I making that up and you had another reason for being here?” He laughed again, trying to clear the air.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by laurel halle flint on Sept 6, 2013 4:54:25 GMT
So scared of breaking it That you won't let it bend, And I wrote two hundred letters, I will never send Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed So let me be, And I'll set you free --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You say your faith is shaken,And you may be mistaken To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun,I'm desperate and confused So far away from you, I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to run Why do you do what you do to me, yeah? Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?
Laurel smirked as Damien claimed it her statement was only made by parents. Laurel grinned pretending to think this over for a moment. ”Well I did say it so…Me? Your parent? I suppose that would only work out to my advantage, Dahl might not like it too much though,” Laur couldn’t help but let the laugh sneak through. She couldn’t imagine trying to be her best friend’s mother and Damien’s—that was just a different playing field of strange especially since she—nope. She wouldn’t think about that right now. Especially since it was just the two of them. She couldn’t risk messing up what they had at the moment. Too much was at risk not to mention he was her best friends brother which made things a little more difficult. She just would push that thought far from—but his hair. Who didn’t want to run their hands through that head of hair? She shook her head quickly trying to remember what Damien had just said. ”No…I meant what I said. Don’t misunderstand me Damien, I really do just being able to talk openly with you. But that also—complicates things,” Yeah it makes you different than the rest of the idiots around these parts and it creates feelings, feelings that shouldn’t be felt by someone that is so broken that would just mess it up. Who would lose her best friends…well she would always have Corey but she could never replace Dahl or Damien. Laur laughed nervously before shaking her head back and forth. ”I’ll just go ahead and lie in the grave I’ve dug,” She mumbled quietly her hair fading to a bleach blonde this time around. Laur stared down at the notes as he asked if she dropped six years worth of notes. The way Daniella was drilling her it seemed like she had. But if she was going to be a curse breaker this was the only way to stay ahead. She wanted to blow those exam protectors to shame. She wanted so much more than what she was destined to be. Laur could only smile the moment he requested her to sit down because he could use the company. Who the hell could say no to that? No one. No one in Hogwarts, no one in the world—oh merlin, Laur couldn’t think about that right now. She wouldn’t. ”Consider yourself companied then, you might regret that statement later y’know,” Laur stated with a small grin that she allowed to spread across her lips. She didn’t know why he seemed to wash all of her problems and petty insecurities away. But she appreciated every single moment of it.
Laur listened as he explained it was about his father. Her hair immediately pulsing a vibrant red. Of course their fathers ran in the same circle and her mother swore that it was going to be her father that ended up in Azkaban first because he was meddling as a double spy. History had proven that it never worked out. Laur watched as he leaned back, she continued to rest her chin on her knees nodding as he claimed it was going to get ugly soon. She was scared—for herself? Hell no. She would get out but she was scared for Dahl and Damien and a few select others. Thadd wanted to be involved it seemed since he was attempting to convince Laur to fester on her anger(which he was really good at). Her hair faded to an auburn as he changed the subject to studying. ”Hey…changer of subjects! I was studying but this—this is more important,” Laur started turning dropping her knees so she could stare at Damien. ”I’m sure it’ll get ugly, doesn’t it always? But question time…let’s pretend you aren’t your fathers son, or your sisters big brother. Would you even be consider joining ‘the cause’,” Laur asked using her fingers for air quotes. She bit down on her lip before meeting his gaze. ”Like you said it’s going to get ugly, people are going to get hurt—“and I don’t want you to be one of them, Laur sighed quietly.
I am in misery There ain't nobody who can comfort me Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me
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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Maroon 5 Batman is always watching...always.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by damien vincent nott on Sept 6, 2013 19:56:45 GMT
Damien laughed. He hadn't considered that Laurel would take it that way. As him insinuating that she was the parent. “Dahl might not like it? I suppose she wouldn't. Nothing worse than your best friend turning into your mother.” Of course he didn't say what he had wanted to say: that he wouldn't like it because it would just be awkward. He couldn't say that though. If he admitted to even himself that he was developing feelings for his friend then all hell would just break loose. For one, he hadn't had real feelings for a girl. Ever. Not feelings that were like this anyway. And to complicate things, Laurel was his twin sister's best friend. Not even really good friends. Best friends. How would that conversation go? So, Dahlia... your friend seeing anyone, 'cause I think I'd like to make things completely awkward for you and just go for it. Think that's a good idea? He could only imagine the way she'd react. Of course, Damien wasn't entirely optimistic right now, so he was convinced that his sister would react with a mixture of yelling and object throwing.
Her words hurt him a little, but he wasn't going to show it. He wasn't exactly sure what she meant by the situation complicating things. He was close to his sister, but it wasn't as though they talked about Laurel on a regular basis. Why would they when it would spark a whole set of questions from Dahlia? When he had first put the evidence together, he had thought Laurel would be mad at him for knowing she wasn't exactly the perfect party girl that a lot of people thought her to be. But he was under the impression that it had made them better friends now. He didn't think she was still angry about it. But how could he say any of that to her? So instead he just gave her one of his quirky smiles and laughed as her hair changed color. “Your hair gives you away, you know. It always changes color when you you wish something hadn't happened. Like when you drop your books. Only I can't figure out what you didn't want to happen this time.” He smiled at her and left it at that. He doubted she would tell him what she was thinking about and maybe it would just make things harder to deal with if she did. For all he knew she was thinking that life would be a lot easier now if Damien didn't exist, and that would be something he just didn't want to hear.
He was a little relieved, for reasons he wouldn't process right now, that she had decided to sit with him. To make things less complicated, he just told himself he really did need the company. That was part of the truth anyway. He didn't want to be stuck alone in his thoughts, and while he was sure his sister would listen to him, he just didn't want her dealing with his internal monologue. Her life was finally going fairly well and Damien wasn't going to be the person to screw that up with his I don't think I want to join our father issues. Jasmyn could comfort him, but now that Laurel was here he found that she was the only person he really wanted to speak to. “I don't think I could regret that sort of decision.” He said with a smile.
Damien watched as Laurel's hair turned colors once again as he talked about his reason for being up here. There was really no reason it should do that unless she was worried that they'd get caught speaking about something like the Death Eaters. That was a likely possibility, Damien had to admit that he didn't feel exactly comfortable talking about it in school either. What if they'd gotten caught. Damien didn't like his father, but what if he ended up single-handedly putting him in Azkaban because of some stupid thing he said at school? But they were alone up here. He was pretty confident that they wouldn't be heard.
He blew out a laugh. “Studying is just as important. Maybe more so since that's what needs to be done now.” Of course, he figured she was probably just making an excuse to get his mind off the fact that she wasn't like the other Slytherins, even if most of them thought she was. Instead, she was like him in a way. Only she was hiding that. It sounded like something she would want him to forget, now that she'd told him that his knowing made things more complicated. He took a deep breath at her question. “Does it matter what I would do if none of that were the case? The fact of the matter is that I am my father's son, and my sister's twin. I don't get the same luxuries as some of the others.” He gave a shrug. “But consider it if I didn't have to choose between me and what my family needs? Sure, I'd consider it. But not for long. I'd get out somehow.” He shook his head. “But there's no use in what ifs.” His voice went back to being light. Despite the fact that he felt completely comfortable talking to Laurel about this sort of thing, he didn't want to put all of this dark weight on her either. It was something he really needed to figure out for himself. He just didn't want to burden any of his actual friends with this sort of thing.
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Post by laurel halle flint on Sept 6, 2013 23:56:15 GMT
So scared of breaking it That you won't let it bend, And I wrote two hundred letters, I will never send Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed So let me be, And I'll set you free --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You say your faith is shaken,And you may be mistaken To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun,I'm desperate and confused So far away from you, I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to run Why do you do what you do to me, yeah? Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?
There weren’t exactly words to be used when Damien chose to smirk. Sometimes Laur wanted to clear it right off of his face but then in reality she knew she liked it right where it was. She could only return with a grin as he claimed that Dahl would not appreciate the motherly comment.
Laurel froze the moment he commented on her hair. She had been trying keep it in check a little more lately. It was possible to control the colors herself but emotions played a huge role in them and sometimes it was hard to catch before other people noticed. A light pink rose on her cheeks the moment he claimed he couldn’t figure out what she wanted to take back now. Everything, Maybe if she just dropped the act and pretended that nothing mattered and acted a little more like Damien about school she would be worthy of his time. The truth was she wasn’t worth a minute of his time. ”My hair does give me away. I have to a leave something up to the imagination, I suppose,” Laur replied with a small smile. Which only grew when he claimed he wouldn’t regret wanting her company; It was easy. It was all just too easy. She was joking with her like she was just some normal person. ”I don’t know, I’ve been told I’ve been acting different lately, and apparently it’s a bad different,” Laur teased. It was true she had been told lately that she wasn’t as ‘fun’, she wasn’t as angry—making it a point to talk about the future in darker terms. A couple of her friends were disappointed. But Damien had always been different seen right through her white lies. Perhaps that’s why he still chose to stuck around. He had seen the true her before anyone else and her protection over the lies were wearing thin. So all in all those friends didn’t really enjoy the true her.
Laur rolled her eyes the moment he brought back up the studying. Her eyes looked back down to the book bag on her lap before shaking her head as he claimed it was important. ”Not more important than one of my best friends sanity,” Laur muttered ruffling his hair. Oh god—it’s like a baby puppy, Laur let her hand drop before mimicking Damien’s position leaning back on her hands. The vibrant red hair once again faded to blonde the moment Damien started talking about his situation. She felt terrible for him. He was trapped between a mountain and volcano. It was just hopeless and her what if’s didn’t seem to help. She almost winced as he mentioned others luxuries. She felt terrible for him. Here she was complaining about her petty life all the time but she was nowhere near in the same hard spot that he was in.
Laur lifted her arm rubbing the back of Damien’s shoulder. ”Sorry for the what if’s,” Laur stated quietly looking back towards the night sky. ”I guess I started using what if’s the moment I started using the mind I was given, helps me cope even if I know it’s fake. Kind of like reading, y’know, doesn’t work for everyone,” Laur just realized she had still been rubbing Damien’s shoulder before dropping her hand. She turned this time so she could look straight into his eyes. ”Okay so you are her twin, you are his son, but you still are a person. I’m not saying go rouge or anything insane like that. But—I do believe you deserve some kind of happiness,” Laur stated in a uncharacteristically matter of fact tone. ”I guess if you are surrounded by darkness, you still have to find a sliver even if it’s microscopic of light,” Laur let a small amount of air slip through her lips that she had been holding. She took her spot back to leaning on her arms before turning and looking up to him. ”You at least deserve that, Damien. I’m not trying to be nice or sugar coat anything, just being honest,” Laur nudged his elbow with her own gently before staring back to the night sky.
I am in misery There ain't nobody who can comfort me Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me
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This was made by NAT, please do not steal. Song lyrics belong to Maroon 5 Batman is always watching...always.
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Post by damien vincent nott on Sept 7, 2013 1:47:05 GMT
What was that? Leave something to the imagination. Merlin, almost everything about Laurel was left to Damien's imagination. What the hell was she getting at with that comment? Probably nothing. It was better to just assume it was a normal comment than to get all worked up over it mentally. It was better this way. It meant that Damien didn't have to think about the feelings that were developing. He didn't want those feelings. Okay, that was a lie. If he thought it was acceptable for him to have those feelings for Laurel, he probably would have embraced it. But she was his sister's best friend. There was no way he could see Dahlia being okay with that. He'd be very surprised if she'd just shrug it off. Besides, Laurel was the girl who hid who she was. Sure, Damien had his secrets. He didn't let everyone know about his anxiety disorder. He was fairly certain that only Dahlia and Jasmyn knew. He had probably told Laurel at one point, or perhaps Dahlia had said it in passing since they were best friends. But it was different. The issue never came up.
His eyebrows pulled together at the next comment. He hadn't noticed a huge difference in her, except for the fact that when it was just them she didn't seem to mind being fairly open about herself and when she was with a group she seemed to play up the typical Slytherin stereotype. She seemed to be into parties when she was in a group (which he supposed was actually just typical student behavior, not specifically Slytherin). She hung out with the pureblood crowd, which hadn't changed. Really, he supposed he hoped that one would never change. He did think that they were better than half-bloods, even if he didn't think they should just go around killing them. But aside from the change from group Laurel to one one one Laurel, Damien couldn't see much of a difference in her general behavior. He turned his head so he was looking at her. “I don't think you're acting in a bad way.” That had come out a little more serious than he had intended it to. He had to look away and smile to shake off the feeling. “I mean, you already know what I think about the whole study habits thing. So aside from that...”
Wait, one of her best friends? He supposed that he would make that list, if he really thought about it. Well, at least he would have thought he made the list before she had told him she didn't want him to know who she really was. Now he'd believed that she just thought of him as her best friend's brother. That was a relationship that Damien would have been fairly comfortable with. He could do close friends too, since they did know a lot about the other, but it seemed like their friendship tonight was on some sort of a ride. And now she was touching his hair. He felt a lump in his throat. That was new interaction, at least lately. Since he had been having the feelings (that he wasn't admitting to himself that he had), he had made a conscious effort not to touch her. It just made the feelings worse. And he wasn't ready to move on. At least, he didn't think he was. But the more time they spent together the more he wasn't so sure. “I think I'll be sane. It's not like my life is changing in the next few hours. I can help you study, if you want.” That might get his mind off of the way they felt whenever they had any physical contact.
“Reading is actually something I use to calm down. It's amazing how much you can get solved from just reading a book.” He gave her a smile, acutely aware of her arm on his shoulder, and a little sad when she took her arm away. It had been comforting. What? No. He didn't need to think about that. Those were things that needed to be processed later. Not now. But she was making it so difficult for him to not try and process those thoughts. He deserved some kind of happiness? Well, actually he agreed. But what people deserved and what they got, he figured, didn't always match up. And what made her think that he deserved anything? Maybe even if he agreed that he did deserve to be happy, what if he really didn't deserve to be? Then again, it wasn't like he was a depressed person. He was generally pretty content with what he had. He didn't know how he was supposed to respond. “Well, I have an entire year to figure it out.” Damien smiled and nudged her elbow back and looked up.
“This is why I come up here to think. The view is absolutely amazing.” He said with a smile before looking back to her, noting somewhere in the back of his mind that it was even more lovely with her there. No. Not good. He looked back up at the stars to get rid of the thoughts. Now was not the time to think about that. He took a deep breath and quickly blew the air back out, sitting up straight and turning to her. “I'm holding you back. Really, we can get some studying done too. I don't think anyone will be coming up here this late.” He gave her a boyish grin. Studying might get his mind off of, well, everything.
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Post by laurel halle flint on Sept 7, 2013 7:31:17 GMT
So scared of breaking it That you won't let it bend, And I wrote two hundred letters, I will never send Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed So let me be, And I'll set you free --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You say your faith is shaken,And you may be mistaken To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun,I'm desperate and confused So far away from you, I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to run Why do you do what you do to me, yeah? Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?
Laur blushed as Damien mentioned that she hadn’t been acting in a bad way. It was because he knew, he knew exactly who she was. He probably knew better than her own mother. Definitely knew her better than her assumed boyfriend at the moment. She watched as he turned away and her smile grew. It then faded for a moment as she remembered Thad finding her in the courtyard studying. ”Yeah, I know. I appreciate you keeping it a secret for me. You should have seen Thad’s face the other day. He caught me studying in the courtyard, Damien I went way out of normal students path to hide to study and he still found me and wanted to know why my nose was in a book,” Laur laughed then felt kind of guilty for blaming Daniella for why she was studying. Then again Daniella had become a perfect target for her to use after they clearly made a deal back in fifth year. She still had no idea what she was doing. How could she be with someone that couldn’t appreciate or even fathom the idea of her wanting to study.
There he went again asking if she wanted to study. She was studying everything but what she was meant too. Studying the future, the way he turned and looked at her. The feeling of his should-Laur quickly shook her head looking down to the charms notebook sticking out of her book bag before sighing. ”You really just want to watch me study,” Laur nodded the moment he claimed books helped him calm down. If he would have said that a couple years ago she might have twirled her hair and just agreed with what he said because he was cute. But now-now she knew perfectly what he meant. ”Exactly! I’ve found myself actually reading for fun. The last one I was just reading was about a kingdom and a hidden amulet, sometimes I feel like the things I read completely trump reality, one day I’ll disappear into a book and never come back,” Laur teased her mind was racing with the latest pages she had been turning.
Laur nodded as Damien claimed he had a year to figure it out. In all honesty she felt like that was no time at all. But she wasn’t about to say it aloud. Something about his demeanor told her to let it rest for the moment. Something about the slumped shoulders and the constantly knotted eyebrows; she wanted to fix it for him. But how? On top of the random feelings that had surfaced she had Thad constantly trying to bring up the grudge between the two. She wasn’t quite sure what to do. Half the time she felt like Thad didn’t even like her. He had seen the way he watched Jas, to say the least she had placed a lock on her heart a while ago. She wasn’t quite sure Thad was going to be the one to give the key to either. She nodded her head once in affirmation of his one year comment. ”A whole year, plenty of time,” She replied the moment he nudged her own elbow back. Sending small electric shocks from her head to toes; he was the complete opposite of Thad and she found herself enjoying time spent with Damien far more than the time spent with Thad where she was constantly defending herself. Her mother told her to be grateful even if Thad was pretending. She claimed sometimes that was the best someone could get. Maybe it was just what Laur deserved.
She heard Damien’s voice but it was a simple voice over as she stared at the night sky. He was right. It was more than just beautiful. It was freedom. People weren’t around, she was able to take her mask off and stomp it into the ground without much of a care. Damien was all the company she wanted or needed. ”I’m impressed you shared your spot with me,” Laur stated within a second later he had turned to her and brought up the studying again. Laur rolled her eyes before turning to lay flat on her stomach pulling her charms textbook out. ”Fine you win, but just this time,” Laur muttered flipping a few pages before landing on the page with Deprimo listed. ”How is that Harry Potter as a third year could conjure a patronus but I can’t even get deprimo, right!” Laur whined for a moment before pulling her wand back from her book bag. She turned on her elbows before taking Damien’s hand in hers and placing her wand in it, then being greatly aware of their hands touching before biting down on her lip and pulling her hand away. ”Okay Professor Nott, teach away,” Laur stated giving him a polite bow. Those smirks were going to be the death of her, not to mention his hair, the way he cared, the way he continuously told her it was okay to just be her. Merlin, I’m in SOO much trouble,
I am in misery There ain't nobody who can comfort me Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me
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Post by damien vincent nott on Sept 8, 2013 1:14:51 GMT
He had just enough time to see Laur's cheeks change color. Well, that was different. It wasn't her hair this time. It almost made him laugh. Almost, because the subject she brought up was Thaddeus Lestrange. He had almost forgot that she was going out with that poor excuse for a human being. Apparently assholism was a desirable trait in the male form, because to Damien, it always seemed as though Lestrange had the upper hand. Oh, Damien held his own. He was the son of the current leader of the Death Eaters, that stood for something even if Damien wasn't sure he wanted to be a part of the organization. Not to mention, Damien (so he thought anyway) was a whole lot smarter than the other Slytherin male. It seemed strange that they should be so against each other, but Damien didn't like the guy at all. He treated Jasmyn like shit and flaunted other women in front of her face, and not just the ones he was in relationships with. Damien remembered the other night when Lestrange had made obvious advances on Dahlia. He was pretty certain that his sister was just taking pity on him and truly thought that Thaddeus just needed some tutoring, but Damien was sure the guy had other things on his mind.
And now Lestrange had been seeing Laurel. The pair only made sense if Damien took into consideration that Laurel was trying to uphold a certain reputation. Otherwise, he couldn't see any reason that this girl would stay with that sort of man. As soon as Laurel had mentioned Thaddeus, Damie's entire expression turned hard. Not unkind, but definitely stiff. He shifted his attention toward the sky again. “Yeah, well Lestrange is like that. Possessive and psychotic. I honestly don't know what anyone sees in him.” He sighed and turned back to her. “Sorry, I realize you two are sort of a thing, but he's about as big of an asshole as a person can be. And I'm fairly certain he's insane.” And hung up on Jas, but he didn't add that part. He wasn't trying to sabotage her relationship, he just wished she'd do better than Thaddeus. She definitely deserved better.
The change from Thaddeus to studying couldn't have come soon enough. Studying was a topic Damien was comfortable with. It was something he didn't have to pretend to be okay with. He supposed that he wasn't pretending to like Lestrange. He would think that by the way he talked about the guy anyone would have a crystal clear idea that the two were not friends. He smiled and breathed a laugh at her comment. “Nah. Really I just don't want to keep you from what you came up here to do.” It was a mostly honest comment. “I mean, I figure it's pretty hard for you to find time to study since you don't really do it around other people.”
Damien knew a year wasn't a lot of time, but he appreciated Laur agreeing with him that it was plenty. He didn't want to think about how little time he had. If he did that he'd just go mad. The Nott child was very fond of his sanity and did not wish to lose it. And he knew that she was lying, but he appreciated it. He was sure they both knew he wouldn't be able to put the decision off any longer, but he didn't want to bring her into this mess. She had enough to worry about.
The Slytherin boy chuckled. “Well, in all fairness I didn't bring you here, you stumbled upon me.” He gave her a smile. Of course it was true, but he was just joking around. The tension needed lifted and this was as good a way to do it as any other. “But I don't mind sharing it now that you're here.” Another smirk came to his face, and only grew when she said he'd won. Then he saw the charm. He wasn't sure exactly where she thought she was going to use this charm since he didn't think the teachers would particularly enjoy a large hole in the floor of their school, but she had to learn it sometime. He was a little confused at first when she took his hand. He took a quick breath but realized that she was just giving him her wand. Of course, he was never without his own wand, but who was he to argue the point when she was obviously trusting him with hers? “Well, it's pretty easy once you get the hang of it.” He felt awkward. He didn't mind studying with people, but he very rarely attempted to teach anyone anything. No one who wanted to associate with him usually never asked. “Okay, so what I think is great about this charm is that there are no silly wand movements. You just point at whatever you want to affect and... Deprimo.” He said the word firmly, pronouncing it dee-prim-oh, pointing the wand at a random desk that had been turned on its side, that now had a hole blasted through the surface of what would have been the top of the desk if it was sitting straight. “Right... So, you try. I think we should keep the damage to this one desk though.” He smiled and handed her wand back.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by laurel halle flint on Sept 8, 2013 3:30:34 GMT
So scared of breaking it That you won't let it bend, And I wrote two hundred letters, I will never send Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed So let me be, And I'll set you free --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You say your faith is shaken,And you may be mistaken To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun,I'm desperate and confused So far away from you, I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to run Why do you do what you do to me, yeah? Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?
Laurel cringed the moment Damien talked badly about Thad. She knew she wasn’t in love with him and she was certain he wasn’t in love with her. Why were they making themselves miserable? She had no idea. It still was a little demeaning hearing Damien talk about him like that. She knew things had been rocky between the two in the past but it was still not okay in her book. ”Okay I know you guys have a rocky history, but he’s not all bad,” Laur sighed quietly to herself. She attempted to bring up the question several times of if they should be together but he always gave her the same answer. They were fine, he was happy, some incredible crafted that satisfied her until the next time. She could break it off with him since it was clear both feelings were elsewhere but there was something about the lay he was lying through his teeth that made her stop. She couldn’t tell if she was secretly afraid of something backfiring terribly. It was the same look her father got right before lashing out. But for some reason she stopped every time. ”We don’t have to agree about everything, I suppose. But please…don’t act like a fourth year, especially someone that has to deal with some of the same shit. I mean, we should be helping each other deal with—the future not tearing each other apart,” Laur whispered almost sad that she was defending herself to Damien now too. That’s all she did was defend herself. She sighed staring down at the silver bracelet around her wrist that held several charms. ”Sometimes we get ourselves into messes without realizing they aren’t quick fixes,” Laur whispered even quieter. She looked up through her lashes to Damien before sighing quietly. ”You should understand that better than anyone else,” I said far too much, he could read under the lines, he would figure it all out,
Laur rolled her eyes as he emphasized not studying around other people. ”Always have to throw that tid bit in, huh?” Laurel wasn’t going to say anything else about it. She knew exactly how Damien felt about her hidden study habits. She didn’t have to say anything more. She crossed her eyes laughing as Damien explained she had stumbled upon him. ”You invited me to stay so that’s sharing,” Laur quickly muttered before he claimed he didn’t mind sharing. Of course didn’t. OF COURSE HE DIDN’T. He just said everything in his power to make Laurel want to attempt and break it all the way off with Thad. He just sat there with his stupid hair, his stupid smirk, and pretended to be so nonchalant all the time. It was the perfect plan and it was working. Curse him. She rolled her eyes as he claimed it was easy once you got the hang of it. It was that one person in classes that claimed ‘you’ll get better with practice’ sometimes Laurel wanted to punch them in the face and tell them what if you spent all night finding the perfect place to study, practice a few times before someone claimed the spot as their snog spot and kicked you out. Laurel watched as of course he got it on the first try. ”Ugh, it’s always easy for you isn’t it?” Laur teased as she took her wand back turning to face the desk with a nod. It was clear life wasn’t easy for Damien it was half of the comment. Laur bit down on her lip nervous to make herself look like a fool all over again. Especially in front of Damien.
Laur pointed her wand in the direction of the book silently wishing that it would at least smash a small piece of wood from the desk. ”De-prim-oh,” Laur stated as the wand barely shot off some green sparks. Her hair immediately flashing a bright red as she bit down on her lip; ”Damien one, Laurel none,” Laur turned trying to grin the embarrassment over. Laur turned pulling the parchment from her book before slowly holding it up to him. ”To be honest this isn’t even homework…I was researching common spells Curse Breakers use on a daily basis,” Laur shrugged her shoulders slouching back onto one arm. ”I guess I should stick to being the wife, it’s clear I’m not cut out for this,” Laur stated quietly before rolling her wand in her hand. Her mother told her she wasn’t meant to have a job. She was meant to stay at home, not only that but she was meant to be a huge asset to her husband in whatever he needed. In her case she wasn’t good at either. She clearly still struggled in school and wasn’t very good at doing what she was told. She could blame the whole thinking process that started her fifth year. She was clearly frustrated with a few different things in life. She was Laurel, trapped in several different situations and most of them were out of her control. ”And here I was trying to impress you,” Laur mumbled under her breath, her hair slowly fading to a bright blonde as the pink on her cheeks rose. She sighed quietly staring back towards the desk that didn’t break to avoid having to look up at Damien. It kind of summarized her life. Close but no cigar.
I am in misery There ain't nobody who can comfort me Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me
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Post by damien vincent nott on Sept 8, 2013 4:40:24 GMT
Damien sighed, have in frustration and half just because he needed to relax. He knew he shouldn't be talking bad about Thaddeus in front of Laurel. But really, was it his fault that the Lestrage kid was basically horrible? The problem with Thaddeus was that he was the type that would have no problem fitting into the Death Eater crowd. Damien might be welcome enough, but his heart wouldn't be in it and he was sure that someone would be able to see through him no matter how smart he was. In fact, it could even be Lestrange himself that called him out after they were done with school. “He's not all bad? Laur he's-” He cut himself off. “Forget it. It's really not my place to say anything I suppose.” And he didn't want to hurt her, which he knew he would end up doing if he continued to talk. He knew things about Thaddeus; he'd see how womanizing he could be, how self absorbed. Admittedly, Damien was pretty vain and liked to think of himself as better than a lot of people, but he was nothing like Lestrange. But he couldn't just not say anything when she all but told him he was being immature. Fourth year indeed. “The problem is, Laurel, that we aren't working together. That future that would put me under my father's control at the end of the year, that is something Lestrange would welcome. With open arms even. Maybe not for me, but for him definitely. He's made for that crowd.” He shook his head. “I'd like to think we're not.” The last part was mumbled. He wasn't even sure he had meant to say it, but there it was anyway. He gave her a confused look at her next comment. He wasn't sure what she meant by him trying a quick fix, but he thought she might have meant Lestrange was hers. What she was trying to fix, he didn't know. “If you're worried about your reputation, you can carry on a perfectly fine one without him.” That's all he could think to say.
He chuckled a little. Yes, he always had to thrown in that he thought she would be fine if she let people know who she was. Who wouldn't like her? It wasn't everyone who could be beautiful and smart at the same time. And when she wasn't around certain people, she had a very attractive personality. Which he totally wasn't think about at all. Yeah, right. As if that were something he couldn't think about when he was around her. He might try and push his developing feelings for her aside, but he couldn't sit there and lie about all of her wonderful traits. Another laugh escaped his lips. Things were always easy for him? He knew she was teasing. They'd been talking about something very not easy just a few minutes ago, so he was sure she knew things were rarely easy. Unless it was something academic. Damien would openly, and gladly, admit that he was a bit of a scholar. “Just think of it as me having a very early head start. I've been studious long before you started.” He gave her an encouraging smile, positive that if she put her mind to it she could get it right.
And it didn't work. That wasn't surprising, not because he didn't have confidence in Laurel, but because hardly anyone ever got spells right on their first try. He laughed a little at her comment. Damien one Laurel none. He was about to tell her that it wasn't a contest, but she continued talking. And her words weren't comforting ones. At first he was kind of pleased that she wanted to attempt something that she hadn't learned in a classroom. But then she continued with the expectations she was expected to live up to. He put a hand on her shoulder. “You'll get it. You'll get it if I have to stay up the entire night and practice with you.” He gave her a smile that he hoped was reassuring. And then there was something else he didn't quite understand. She was trying to impress him? Why? Was that supposed to have been teasing? He took his hand off of her shoulder. “Okay, so it's Dee prim oh. It's a long e on de.” He moved over to kneel behind her, his hand moving to hers. “Okay, so you point it at what you want to, well, ruin. And keep your hand still. Pretend your hand is frozen and it won't unfreeze until the charm is completed.” He really, really shouldn't be touching her, even if it was just her hand. Even if it was just for support.
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SEVENTH YEAR
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Post by laurel halle flint on Sept 8, 2013 5:56:19 GMT
So scared of breaking it That you won't let it bend, And I wrote two hundred letters, I will never send Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them bleed So let me be, And I'll set you free --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You say your faith is shaken,And you may be mistaken To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun,I'm desperate and confused So far away from you, I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to run Why do you do what you do to me, yeah? Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?
Laur wasn’t quite sure what to say. He had placed her in a tough situation. Laur slept around sure but when she was in a semi relationship she did her best to keep to herself but Damien was making it really hard. Probably because she respected him so much as a person, a friend, and probably because she knew the truth about Thad. She also knew that they weren’t going to last much longer but it still didn’t mean she would ever talk badly of him. She sighed quietly as Damien continued to claim that Thad would fit right in as they which he included herself in the mix would not. She struggled for a moment with her bracelet before nodding her head. ”This might be true, but say we don’t get away for some insane reason. Technically, we all will be working together. We might not like it, but if the future pans out that way, we wouldn’t have much of a choice,” Laur mumbled her head falling to the side a little bit. The future was always such a downer conversation. Half of her knew the escape plan for curse breaking was mostly a dream. That was unless her father got locked away and her mother gave up. Laurel turned the charm of the letter L carefully before looking back up to Damien. ”Trust me, I’m worried about a lot of things, the reputation is starting to sink lower and lower on the list,” She would never tell Damien some of them. Not unless he had to see them personally. Every time she had attempted separating from Thad he resisted. She was scared even though that neither had feelings for each other she might be stuck.
Laur nodded her head as he claimed to have been studying a lot longer then she had. ”Yeah, practice makes perfect, insert motivational quote here,” Laur teased gently before nudging his arm once again. And the spell didn’t work and she was extremely embarrassed. Even after all the studying and extra practice. It was extremely discouraging. The moment he placed his hand on her shoulder though her head snapped back up to look at him. He was going to stay and help her? She truly hoped it wouldn’t take her all night to learn, she would be completely mortified. She almost wished he would have given up on her, but there was something almost charming about the gesture. ”I really hope for my dignity’s sake it doesn’t take that long,” Laur stated through a small chuckle. Then he took his hand off her shoulder and it was almost like that part of her ached. It had known what it felt like and then it was ripped away. It was getting harder to hide the disappointment. Laur nodded as he explained it was a long e. She was so silly, if that was it then she was going to be even more embarrassed. She watched as Damien moved behind her and she swallowed incredibly hard. Concentrate Laurel, concentrate, do not break focus, Merlin. He’s touching your hand, DO NOT SQUEE. He is every other boy in Hogwarts. It’s Thad…it’s it’s but his hand is on min—pull yourself together! This is ridiculous, I’m ridiculous, he’s ridiculous! Doesn’t he know, how am I ever supposed to get this right with him here?
Laurel swallowed even harder the moment his hand was around hers helping point her wand. She had no idea what he was saying. She really hoped it wasn’t a question because her thoughts were far gone. She was pretty sure they were already past the Black Lake by now. They weren’t coming back either. Laurel closed her eyes for a moment trying to find anything to focus on besides their hands. She opened them again when she heard him stop talking. Long e, that’s what he had been saying. He could feel the warmth of his hand, and the presence of him behind her. She was literally dying. How could she focus now? She bit down on her lip staring at the desk. ”De--…ehem-- Dee prim oh!” Laur stated. Seconds later the red light illuminated crushing the entire side of the desk sending chunks of wood flying one piece hitting the torch tilting it to the side. Laurel had leaned backwards to avoid the flying chunks of wood. Her mouth dropping as she stared at the mutilated desk. She had a chance. She might just stand a chance making herself into something. Damien helped her do it. Maybe—just maybe she had a shot. Laurel’s hair immediately lit up blonde before squeaking with excitement. ”We—we did it!” Laur finally choked out as she turned throwing her arms around Damien’s shoulders, her arms automatically wrapping around his neck pulling him into a tight hug, her chin resting on his shoulder. ”Thank you,” She whispered. She then paused realizing that this was not a good predicament. She was so close to him. She could practically feel his breath on her neck.
I am in misery There ain't nobody who can comfort me Why won't you answer me? The silence is slowly killing me
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Post by damien vincent nott on Sept 8, 2013 7:09:57 GMT
Obviously Damien was not going to be able to talk any sense into Laurel when it came to Thaddeus. Some people might have said that he shouldn't have even cared. It wasn't his relationship, she could do whatever she wanted. And that was true. She was technically an adult and he wasn't her father or her brother (thank Merlin) or anything. She didn't have to listen to him. But he told himself that he would be worried if any friend was in a relationship with Thaddeus. He certainly wasn't a fan of the times when Jas had been with the Lestrange boy. There was just something off about him. And part of it was that Thaddeus embraced what they were born into. And he tended to have girls on the side. Damien had friends that he slept around with, but he was a faithful guy when he was in any relationship, which didn't happen a whole lot, admittedly. He just wasn't the kind of guy to have those kinds of feelings. And he continued to mentally stand by the fact that Laurel dating Thaddeus was because she was a friend, not because he was starting to have those kinds of feelings for her. Damien was not the type to have those feelings. Ever. For anyone. At all. End of story... He didn't think he even convinced himself with that one.
He decided that it was best to just not say anything. If they didn't get away from what was probably going to be their future, then Damien was sure things would get bad. But would he ever really be working at the same goal as Thaddeus? Merlin, I hope not. He planned to get into the Ministry as soon as possible and pick up some nonsensical job there in an attempt to look as though he were supporting their precious cause. He swore to himself that even if they were supposed to work for the same thing, Damien would never be like Thaddeus Lestrange. He was more afraid that his sister would become very much like the boy she said she felt bad for. If he was already manipulating her, what could Damien really do?
Practice makes perfect? That wasn't something he would have said, but it was a good enough cliché. He knew a lot of people who halfheartedly practiced and never got anywhere. He knew very well that as corny as it sounded, someone really had to want to learn. He was sure that Laurel was one of those people. She wanted out like he did. Of course she would put her all into learning so she could make that happen. “I'm sure it won't take that long. But we'll stay here if it does. I'm not in any hurry to get back to the dorms.” Besides, with the way that Thaddeus was, Damien was never really sure when they would get to spend time together again. Well, they would actually see each other a lot, since they were in the same year and house, but Damien doubted they would be alone too often. Not that that should matter, he told himself. They were just friends, so being in a group should be no problem. Except that it was. He liked the Laurel that wasn't afraid to be herself, and that only seemed to happen when they were alone. She seemed to hate the idea of anyone else finding out that she actually studied.
What the hell was he thinking when he decided to get behind her? Oh yeah, he was thinking that she'd do better if he could actually instruct her a little. But he felt like he wasn't breathing as deeply. Not only should he not think about being this close, but he could get into some serious trouble. He wasn't the type of guy that tried to steal girls. He liked to think he was a little better than that. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable with Thaddeus, even if Damien did quite literally hate the guy. It was a good thing they were actually having a conversation. They had a task to accomplish and that gave Damien just a little incentive to stay focused.
And then he wasn't so focused, because Laurel leaned into him as the spell worked and his arms had naturally just fallen around her to break her fall. That wasn't the end of it though. He had for the slightest moment glimpsed Laur's hair change color yet again, presumably because she was excited that the charm had worked, and then turn around and wrap he arms around him. Instinctively his wrapped around her waist. The action had nearly knocked his breath away. But he held on to her tight. What was he doing? Merlin he was going to make things complicated. It was just a hug, right? That's all it was. She was just happy that she'd gotten it right. “Laur?” He asked, letting his eyes scan the room. “I think we're going to need another desk if you want to keep practicing.” It was an attempt at difusing the tension he was beginning to feel. He should not be holding someone elses (even if Lestrange's) girlfriend.
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