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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 1, 2009 13:10:13 GMT -5
Michael's eyes shot up to Storm. "He tried to be supportive." In the beginning. "Then when we told him we were engaged, me and him got in a fight. He's been crossed off the list." His eyes fell back down to his drink and he took a long drink from it. He hadn't thought about Emilian in weeks, and he didn't like the reminder. But at the question his mind raced through flickering images of what had happened. There had been the relentless teases, then the final explosion where he had left but Dare had stayed. And he hadn't talked to Emilian since.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 1, 2009 13:21:14 GMT -5
There was a small 'o' forming on her lips, but that quickly melted away, she wanted to know more about the people of Hogwarts, especially a certain Slytherin whom she had quite a history with.
"And Chase? I mean... what's been up with him lately?" once again, a failed attempt at sounding casual, but how else would she be able to say his name. Sure she had gotten over him... after isolating herself for so long she barely remembers anything about him... just the few amazing and horrible memories he left her with.
She had now returned to tapping her nails on the table, this time much slower than before. The habit was growing on her and it was something she used as a sort of 'stress reliever' much better than her other methods of burning off stress.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 1, 2009 13:28:17 GMT -5
Michael's eyes darkened and his blank stare into the drink turned dark. "I know that Dru gave him up to be with Dare's brother, and he went off kissing Anna at the Masquerade we had. Last I heard they were together." As far as he knew, Chase was trouble, and nothing had even come anywhere close to proving him wrong on that front.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 2, 2009 7:36:59 GMT -5
Chase was with Anna. She felt the frown on her face deepen. Despite the fact that she continuously told herself that she was over him, but the thought of him still 'preying' on girls on girls sent a shiver down her spine.
"Thankfully my parents have been to busy with 'work', or else they'd still be hunting for guys to have me married off to. Annoying bloody Death Eaters." she mumbled the last sentence darkly, she hated the fact that she was tied down to the life of the Dark Arts, maybe she's go and make a handful of muggle friends just to get them really pissed off. Lucretia's mind began to wonder to ways she could torment her parents.
The thought made her snort and an amused smile came to mind. It was the usual smile she got when mischief was right around the corner for her, Michael would definitely catch it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 2, 2009 12:59:42 GMT -5
Michael's mind had been jerked around way too many times the past few minutes, first Storm, then to Dare, then Emilian, and Chase, then finally to his own parents. So he didn't immediately catch her smile. He focused on the drink in his mug and thought about the problems he had had. Only when he opened his lips to say something and pulled up his eyes did he notice it. One eyebrow raised in question.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 2, 2009 13:13:58 GMT -5
Lucretia rolled her eyes, she parted her lips to speak, but instead just shook her head. She had realized at that instant how much she really missed Hogwarts.
"Just the usual, master plan to get back at my parents, finding loopholes to avoid punishment." her lips were still quirked up, her mind racing, but not grasping at a single plan.
Lucretia could not help but feel as if so much was rushing at her, she was thinking about so much, she probably didn't get this much thinking since she first locked herself in the Three Broomsticks. She shook her head once again to clear her thoughts.
"Ignore me for a moment, you know that I confuse myself all the time." she pressed her lips tight trying to hide her smile.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 2, 2009 13:17:17 GMT -5
Michael gave a small smile and shook his head, "It isn't a big deal. I know what you mean, but I've already had my yearly fight with my father." As he finished speaking the smile fell along with his eyes and the light scar at his chest became tight with the memory. It wasn't nearly as obvious as it could have been, it was barely there, but he could feel it and see it, and he knew Dare could as well.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 2, 2009 13:37:06 GMT -5
Lucretia’s eyes softened, she could see the pain, it was so evident and here she was smirking about how she would get back at her parents. For a moment she froze, way she taking them for granted? Her mind began to wander.
They did raise her; they taught her everything she knew. Beyond the dark arts, but she could clearly remember sitting on the ground while her father read to her books about her great ancestry and Mythology. She could remember the praise she received from her mother whenever she executed her role a perfect young lady perfectly.
She didn’t look at Michael, but whatever was wrong with him she could sense went beyond a row, it had to be something more than that, but should she ask? Maybe, it would help.
After the long silence, she broke out of her trance, returning to the present world. Biting down on her lip, she spoke her words softly.
“Michael, what… happened?” she asked her voice barely above a whisper as she kept her eyes on the mug before her.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 2, 2009 13:46:39 GMT -5
Michael didn't answer immediately. His eyes widened as the memory of that day and everything that had come from it flew through his mind in mere seconds. There was Dare, holding tightly to his hand, certain he would never agree to do what his father wanted. And how desperate Dare had been when he had realized Michael would go back. The mad dash through the halls. He took a breath.
"My father reads the Prophet, so he knew what was going on. He had already disinherited me, but apparently me being with Dare was too much. He sent the house elf to get me and Dare came. He said that if I joined again, then Dare would be fine." His eyes gave away the decision he had made, even if it had changed later on. He paused in his story then.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 2, 2009 13:53:16 GMT -5
Lucretia’s eyes widened, she was obviously not expecting that, her eyes urged him on, he needed to get this off his chest. She could see the weight of it all burden him. Her hand once again reached to his, the light touch a way to urge him forward.
“It didn’t end there.” she whispered, it was a way to try to urge him on, a confirmation for herself, she knew it maybe too much, but Michael had been such a good listener to her problems, she wanted to return the favor, and she couldn’t bare to watch a friend be put in such a situation.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 2, 2009 13:58:42 GMT -5
"I mean, it was between him killing Dare right there or me joining," Michael said, staring blankly at their hands. "I didn't have much choice. Dare didn't see it like that, though. He," he stopped and shook his head, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. "He doesn't know when to stop talking. He just started and somehow knocked me out of it. My father used cruciatus on him-" His breath caught and his eyes closed tightly at the memory of how tightly Dare had held his hand then, at the screams.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 2, 2009 14:12:01 GMT -5
Her eyes only grew as she felt her hand tighten at his. That curse should have never been used, it was too much. Would her father have taken it to such extremes? The obvious answer was yes, but somehow, she couldn’t imagine such a thing happening to someone like Dare, the thought wouldn’t register in her mind.
“What… happened after that?” she tried to swallow, but her throat felt so dry now. She didn’t know that they had gone through that. While she locker herself, safe, her friends had gone through so much. Lucretia felt guilty, guilty she wasn’t there to support them when they left, or even support them when the criticism began.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 2, 2009 14:20:38 GMT -5
"There was a fight and he cut me, here," Michael said, running one finger diagonally over his chest. "And I hit him with one, even Dare got a spell in. Then Dare apparated us out and into the forest outside. I don't remember what happened then, but I woke up in the Leaky Cauldron with bandages on my arm and chest." He didn't think she needed to know about the potions, not now. Perhaps he could tell her later, when truly everything had become the past, but now it was still too raw.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 2, 2009 14:58:23 GMT -5
Lucretia had heard enough, she watched his finger trail over his chest and flinched. She could distantly remember someone else getting scarred in a similar way. Lucretia kept her hand over his, as small as the gesture was, it was more or less the meaning that really mattered.
“I would say I understand your situation, but I can’t. However, does it help if I say I understand your pain, and that I’ll always be here for you and Dare.” She tried to put on a weak smile, just to help him, just to make him feel better. Despite the upturn of her lips, the obvious pain in her eyes had made the rest of her face seem saddened.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 2, 2009 15:22:28 GMT -5
"Thank you," Michael said softly when he was finally able to bring his eyes up to Storm's. "It kills me," he admitted. "I never should have let him come in the first place. If I had just been a little stronger, none of this would have happened!" So many things would have been avoided had Dare not come, including the potions, and those had very nearly pulled them apart completely.
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