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curiosity, what a tiresome feeling
Twisted within her sheets she turned to the clock. The last time she had looked at the red digital bars it had been three and she was still throbbing in pain. The last time her headaches had been this strong, her father had to take all the bookshelves from her room, all the floor to ceiling bookshelves covered in book, out of her room, along with the unorganized piles laid on the carpet. She twisted again, back into the fetal position, it was just half six now and her headache hadn’t left. She blamed herself often enough these days for these headaches. She hadn’t thought that a small drop of intelligence would have given her something like this, but that was it, she had thought. Jennie couldn’t stop thinking, not for a moment, not as if she could turn off her power, or stop thinking. It wasn’t possible, never possible. Jennie grit her teeth, still in the fetal position with her hands over her head. Jennie was just grateful that the pain never spread anywhere else, if it had, she would have surely died from the sheer pain long ago. The pain had often caused her to cry, the only time that she would, even if she would bite them back. Jennie never liked crying, not in public and not alone, it was a troublesome act. It was always a troublesome act, just as much as curiosity it seemed. Jennie supposed that she was glad to only cry when in pain, over the other extreme of being overemotional, something that she had never done.
With trembling fingers, she pressed the snooze button on her alarm. It made her head throbbed, extremely hard. The blaring beep made her want to throw her alarm clock out the window, if only she could get up and actually throw it. Jennie pressed her hands to her temples trying to think again, clearly, instead of the fuzz, which covered her thoughts as well as her eyes. They would adjust soon, though the headache wouldn’t subside, it often didn’t, even if she had lost four hours of sleep because of it. Her cat crept around on her bed, she could feel it, her, weight shift around before facing Jennie and licking her cheek softly. Wet and warm, not helpful, but appreciated. “Jink… shhhh, you’re loud.” Jennie said as the cat mewed to her. Jennie removed one of the hands at her temples to pet the fluffy cat, even if she was quite annoyed by the little thing, even though she liked the cat.
“Silver…” a voice cooed, a voice sweet as venomous honey. “You have a headache, don’t you?” A male voice, though he spoke in such an abrasive tone to her ears. It was louder, in a lower register and monotone – annoying. “Better get some water for that.” he just like being mean to her. He always liked to be mean to her, especially when she had a headache, but it was out of love. That was what he said anyways. “Jennie, get up. It’s time for school.” he said snapping his fingers, Jennie knew what was coming next. Jink had already hid under the bed as Jennie braced herself. Water splashed down on her, at least a tub full, at least it was warm this time around. It was the same as every other day when she wouldn’t get up. Jennie was just glad that she hadn’t anything on the floor. Even so, she knew her brother and he removed most of the water right after, even if she was still soaked to the bone, her nightgown clinging to her body. “Well… I’ll just go now.” he said. She assumed that he didn’t want to see his sister’s body. Jennie just glared at the doorway where he was before he walked away, her sheets pulled up over her shoulders just in case. At least her headache had dulls to nothing more than a pinch.
“Jink…” she whispered swinging her head down under her bed to look at the European Shorthair, a pretty blue-grey. “He’s gone.” she muttered as the cat licked her cheek again. “Stop that.” Jennie wiped her face with her sheets as Jink crawled out from under Jennie’s bed just to close the door for her to get changed. She had to give it to the cat, he was smarter than the average cat, she had to give him that. Jink was better than Cerberus, she thought anyways.
Jennie was never a morning person, even if she had been up since three and it was six-thirty now, that was probably because Dominic. She never disliked her brother, she just disliked the fact that he would drench her in water every morning just to wake her up and the fact that he would talk in the voice when he noticed she had a headache. No, she didn’t hate him., just thought him annoying. He had always abused his powers, especially on her, but at least it would wake her up. Jennie wiped herself down with the drier sheets on her bed before rolling them up in a ball, like a ritual just to toss them off the edge of her bed followed by her nightgown. She was off to the closet after that, five and a half paces from the left side of her bed, now covered by nothing, just a light blue mattress and four feather down pillows. She pulled open the closet and slipped on a bra, followed by black jeans. They had always made her look much paler than she really was, but that was what her wardrobe consisted of, black and white. Not much else, well there was blue, because she had blue jeans as well, but not much else. It was black and white up and down the shelves, even the jackets hanging in the middle. She looked through her wardrobe again, before catching her eye in the mirror; she took a white vee-neck teeshirt and slipped it on followed by a knitted cardigan sweater, grey – that was new. It was probably something that her mother brought her to brighten her wardrobe choices. Maybe she should add a little more colours, just maybe. Maybe she should just add a bit more colour everywhere, and then it would be better. Better than her colourless personality at least.
Jennie then pulled a hair tie around her wrist along with two beaded bracelets before brushing her hair. She then fixed her bangs and looked at the clock again. She really should have gotten going by now, not like her brother was going to wait for her any longer, then again he took just as long to get ready, if not longer. Sometimes, Jennie had thought that Dom would have been better with female parts; he did act it at times. She tossed a few things into her bag, books (even if they would be the death of her), a pen, the usual things, before leaving her room, she walked passed the closed bathroom door just to knock on it before going down the stairs. It was just a warning knock, which usually gave way for an annoyed remark. This time was no different. “I’m not a girl!” he shouted from behind the door before it swung open. Jennie just looked back for a moment before going down the stairs. She ignored him as he thundered down the stairs after her, a little hurt by her stare. “You’re cruel.” he muttered to her at the bottom of the steps.
“Not as cruel as you are.” she said, her words stung at him like little bees. “You’ll give me the full someday.” she added, even if she knew it would never be true. The upside of knowing how everything worked made her unconsciously eat things that could counteract any virus she would get. Dom knew that as well, maybe that was why he had always drenched her in water to wake her, he knew it wouldn’t kill her, well unless he drowned her by accident, even though he had full control over his powers.
By the time they had gotten to the kitchen, Jennie could hear Cerberus start to bark to greet them. That Foxhound never set well with her, but if her mother liked it, she wouldn’t say a thing. At least the dog was slightly affectionate. He would often trod up to her and press his wet nose against her leg and rub his head against her shin, even if Jennie would never pet the dog. “Heavens above, Jennie.” said her mother pulling Cerberus over to his bowl to feed him. “Did Dominic drench you again?” she said brushing her brown hair out of her face with one simple sweep. She took her daughter’s silence as a yes. It was a normalcy in their house. It was a house full of powers, even if there were only four of them, unless their grandparents were staying with them. That rarely happened now. “He just has to do it everyday doesn’t he?” She said, quite knowingly. “Dom, stop abusing your powers, you’ll lose them like that.” She scolded.
“Mum, it can’t be helped, Jen can’t wake up on her own.”
“Shut up. I was awake since three.” Jennie retorted. “Can we just go to school now?” She asked before just starting at him, intensely. She just had to stare at him because he could read her eyes better than her words. She could see Dom’s smile skew and twist into a small frown.
“Would you two stop having mental conversations and leave. You’ll be late if you don’t leave now.” their father said entering the kitchen, only have Cerberus leap at him. Reverb, at least he hadn’t used his other voice, though he was probably aware that he young daughter had a stinging headache. “Go, before you’re late and Principal Powers calls us.” his voice was stern, which made Dom jump and fish for his keys. Jennie just shrugged and took a piece of toast from the plate before following her brother to the modified Ford Fiesta in the driveway. Dom would simply cloak the car as Jennie took the passenger seat without argument. She buckled in and he shot the car up into the sky.
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When they finally got to Sky High, Jennie had nodded off, even if it had only been a fifteen-minute flight. Sleep has gripped her as she lacked the four extra hours she needed to function properly. Dom just shook her awake, unlike in the morning. He wouldn’t be able to drain the water from her if he did, and he didn’t want to get the leather seats wet. It would small very unbearable if he did. “Jesus, Jennie, you have to wake up or we’re going to miss the assembly.” he whispered to his little sister who woke up to open the door. She nearly tripped stepping out, nearly. Her brother had caught her just in time. “You’re welcome.” He muttered.
“I didn’t say thank you.” She had quickly said, but she knew that he had seen it in her eyes. Quickly, she looked away and started to watch all the freshman and sidekicks being picked on as she walked by, still watching. By the time that she had gotten to the gymnasium, Jennie was partially awake. It wasn’t a good thing; she was focused on not tripping and falling flat on her face. She had almost fallen three or four times before this moment. She just cursed under her breath over and over. Hero Support. Heroes. She thought passing the first group and taking a seat with the second group. She didn’t even bother looking at them really. There wasn’t a point. She hadn’t really made friends with any of them, well a few, but most of them were just acquaintances. She already knew that Sunny was there with Eliza and AJ along with Carter and Isaac. The headache pricked at her again making her wince. “Morning.” She muttered, still sleepy taking a seat near the group of them as Carter expressed his dislike for Sunny.
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There it was, just another, partially, sleepless night. Rachel never complained about these things, not at all but this was completely unacceptable. She knew her father was working late last night and mum couldn’t stop saving the world, but to leave her with James with her when he was having his stream of nightmares. That wasn’t fair at all, not at all, especially when he would unconsciously use his powers to destroy the house. The only thing she could do was keep the kid awake for the rest of the time until her mother got home, which wasn’t until six-oh-one, this morning. How inconsiderate. Rachel wanted to sleep at l east a little, well she did. She pretty much passed out on the couch for a good hour before her mother came home, her little brother sleeping beside her, no nightmares in sight. It was still pretty annoying though, she had to say and think. Just a little. She didn’t mind babysitting James; it was just that when malicious ghost rampaged around the house, she was not a happy camper.
By six-thirty, Rachel was up and about even though she was pretty haggard by the lack of sleep; she tried to make the best of it, though she could done without the cold shower. It was all Andrew’s fault, she assumed, but it wasn’t like she do anything. If she had taken five minutes to give him a stern talking to, she would surely be late for school, which was a bad thing. She quickly pulled on a white teeshirt (not to mention a bra), a black vest, a pair of grey skinny jeans and her father’s brown aviator jacket and she was done, well all except for her black vans at the foot of the stairs.
“Morning!” Rachel said entering the kitchen for breakfast. Her dad looked at her with a little bit of surprise. “Don’t look at me that way dad! I can be chipper even if you left me with James.” she said a bit defensively before talking a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice in front of her, her dad’s but she could have cared less. Her dad just laughed a little.
“Sorry Rachel, I would have come home sooner, but that is what you get for” Rachel finished his sentence, “running a twenty-four hour diner, I know dad.” Rachel just nodded and buttered a piece of toast. “Is mum in the back?” she asked as she packed her backpack with her books and ‘sidekick’ gear. Dad nodded and smiled passing her a brown paper bag with the word ‘Lucky’ printed on it in big block letters.
“You ready for school?” he asked flipping one of the last pancakes onto the plate just as Rachel snatched on away. “I’m guessing yes.” he smiled taking a warm cinnamon apples from the microwave and placing them in the middle of the pancake before blanket folding them and placing them in a plastic container. “Give this to mum, alright?” he said kissing his daughter on the forehead.
“I make no promises.” Rachel giggled placing the brown paper bag on to the top half of her bag. She took the plastic container in hand, as well as a coffee before heading out to the back via the sliding doors. Rachel looked around for a moment before knocking on the tool shed, three knocks. It was her mother’s liar. Rachel had never been in there, but she had noticed it was strange because no one ever stepped foot in the tool shed besides their mother. Rachel had always thought that there was a large underground cave or something, like the bat cave in Batman. Her mother assured her that there was no sort of thing like that. She laughed at the thought actually. Rachel only shrugged.“Mum… Can we get going?” Rachel said, she had always hated taking the bus and her mother promised her that she would drive her today. She just didn’t know in what. All she heard was a bit of a whirling noise from the shed and a pop, so she assumed her mother was back upstairs. Rachel stepped away from the shed and sat on the patio waiting for her mother to show up. She resisted the urge to take one of the pancakes her dad made for her mother as well, just a little. She really did love apples. But, being her mother’s breakfast she thought better than that.
After about two minutes of fuss, seven-twenty-three, her mother open the tool shed door and sighed. “Sorry sweetie, just a lot of explain to do.” she said, though Rachel was used to this by now. Her mother was a Hero and no matter how much she wanted to stop, she couldn’t. Rachel really didn’t mind much now that she was sixteen; it was just that fact that she hadn’t much else to do but wait for her mother by playing tetris on marathon mode. Boring.
“Okay, can we just take the car and go already?” Rachel said, praying to God that she wouldn’t be late for the first day again. Turning off her Nintendo DS, she smiled at her mother. “It’d be nice if we could.” Her mother nodded and lead her to the car, which Rachel really wanted to drive, though her mother was reluctant to teach her how to drive a rocket car. It was the thought of her crashing it that turned her off, even if Rachel was more responsible than most teenagers her age.
Her mother, Diana, put the key into the ignition and cloaked the car like she would normally. She pulled it out of the drive way and let the wings extend and the rockets pull out from underneath, from here it would be smooth sailing. The ride to Sky High was pretty much silent, only because Rachel was reading and her mother was eating. Even if the car was on autopilot. Rachel did love her mother, just not as much now since she used to neglect her as a child. They got over it after a while, but Rachel was still a bit bitter, and Diana couldn’t help but feel a bit horrible, but that was the life of a Hero. She often told Rachel not to have children if she didn’t like being neglected. Rachel just shrugged that off though.
“Bye Mum.” Rachel said looking at her mother when they finally reached Sky High. Another year as a sidekick was not going to be fun, even if it was almost over. Then, then she could finally be normal and disregard all of this annoyance in her life. If only that would actually happen, then maybe she would be happy. Then again, Rachel knew mostly everyone at Sky High, and she was pretty much on good terms with everyone, or at least she tried to be. She pretty much said a friendly hello to everyone, she was super friendly, even if she had ridiculous powers. But all the same she walked into the gym, and looked for someone she knew. Cam.
Cam was completely sweet. She was Rachel’s Pocket Sweetheart because she adored her so much. She was friends with Cam and she really loved to taste all the food that she would make, even if Rachel thought she was going to get fat soon because Cam’s cooking is just that great. “Morning Cam.” Rachel said quite happily, coupled with a smile. “I hope everyone gets here soon.” she muttered. Rachel never liked the gym. Actually she hated the gym, Save the Citizen was not a fun game to play.
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Everything. Everything happens for a reason, even if you don’t want it to happen and it could ruin the best day of your life. Maybe, it wasn’t going to be the best day of your life, or something else would go horribly wrong, but fate just wouldn’t stop for two seconds to make her happy. Instead, the opposite happen, though it had its perks, she had to think. Felicity wasn’t completely sure she wanted to marry him anymore. She wasn’t sure that she was throwing herself into this just because she wanted to and she could. She didn’t want to throw herself into a loveless marriage. Well it wasn’t completely loveless, there was love, and heck who was she kidding? There was love, and there was intercourse, what else could she have wanted from this marriage, besides children. There wasn’t much. Felicity just rationalized that she was scared and maybe this was the universes way of telling her that Daniel and her just wouldn’t work., that they would be shipped into a loveless marriage. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t spent three extra minutes that stupid veil, but who was she to think of the subjunctive at this moment in time. Felicity woke up this morning thinking only of the wedding and how happy she was going to be in six hours. There was nothing more than she could do, she was glowing from head to toe even if it felt like her life was slowly coming to an end. It was probably because of they said about how you haven’t really lived until you’ve been married. But as the day progressed it just seemed like the idea, the dream, it was crumbling faster and faster.
It all started with one of her bride’s maids finding out that she was pregnant and having a mental breakdown on her day. Felicity was sympathetic, yes, but only so much. That was when she started to doubt herself, doubt the wedding and the choices she’d made. She had a right to be selfish, just a little, since she was never selfish. There was no reason why she couldn’t be selfish on her day, she couldn’t just be the understanding caring friend when someone was having a breakdown on her day. Okay, maybe she was being a little bit too selfish and she wasn’t being a good friend. She should have comforted her friend with the morning sickness, but it was kind of her fault for getting so done up and knocked up at the bachelorette party.
Maybe it wasn’t the perfect time and maybe it wasn’t the perfect wedding she’d been dreaming of, but she had obligations and her parents had expectations, she has expectations. She wasn’t going to ruin the whole day over one little problem or one little feeling, but the problems grew bigger and so did the feeling. It wasn’t a good feeling, how could total despair and hopelessness be good feelings. Felicity had even resorted to locking herself up in her preparations room just because she was tired of things going wrong, the last thing being her older sister dropping the cake. That took the cake, no pun intended. That was the last straw for her and the one thing she needed to fully call off the wedding, if she had the guts, which she didn’t. Flees had always been passive by nature and this was no exception, that was why she got along with flowers so well.
Felicity cast a glance at the door, holding it only long enough for the door to budge a bit coupled with the sounds of banging and the shaking of the doorknob. She was in a white room, completely surrounded by calming white everywhere she looked, aside from the gold trim that decorated everything else. The room was quite calming though, no matter how much she thought it reminded her of an asylum. The white carpet bristles were soft again her small feet, though they made it impossible for her to walk without having her dress scrape against them making an awful scratching sound. The vase on the table had roses in them, which she hated, but these were bridal roses so she let them pass, they meant ‘happy marriage’ so she had to let them pass even if she hated roses, at least they weren’t yellow tulips, those meant ‘hopeless love’. Anything would have been better than yellow tulips, but that was off topic. They had decorated this room for a bride’s happiest day and many brides had gone through this room they had prepared here, and Felicity had prepared in here, in more than one way.
“Felicity! You’re being a child, you’re wedding isn’t ruined.” Elizabeth, she thought by the tone and frequency of the voice. There was no way she was going to open the door to her. No. Her gaze was to the vanity, her hands busily packing her other clothing. Felicity was prepared for this, even if she didn’t want it to happen. There was a one percent chance that this would happen and everything would fall apart as she watched. One, and yet, she still prepared for this. Yes, if anyone knocked down girl guides well, they hadn’t met Felicity Annette Sollis. There was no way that she would ever go into anything unprepared, even if she wanted to, just this one time. She wanted not to worry or fuss over this, she just wanted it to happen like a fairytale, not a dark Grimm’s one, but a light and happy… Disney one. Okay, maybe not as happy as Disney, but close. Flees wanted it perfect like how she constructed it over and over and over again ever since she was the age of nine.
“Flees. I know it might look like a disaster, but…” Diane started, but she couldn’t finish it at the sound of a pillow being thrown at the pillow. The last thing Felicity wanted was to hear that it was a disaster that she could never recover from. Flees was far better at denial than she had remembered, though being in a large wedding dress never helped the matter. She was just sitting in front of the vanity now, her dress pooled around her. Her eyes travelled to the door again, a small smile on her face as she noticed the vanity’s chair tucked under the doorknob. She had slowly calmed down about the matter and was now just fiddling with the barrette that kept her veil in place.
Maybe this wedding is worth saving… She thought to herself, slightly more hopeful than she was about five minutes ago when she threw the pillow at the door. It was almost a laughable matter now as her mind went over all the things that had happened. She couldn’t help but give a little giggle about it, which perked the girls at the door. “Flees… did you just giggle?” Elizabeth again, and yes, curse her hawk-like hearing. Why did she have to have hawk-like hearing, they could never say anything around her without her perking and it made it impossible to plan surprise parties for her. “Yes, yes I did.” Felicity shouted at the door, even though she was really shouting at the girls (probably with glasses pressed) behind the door. If she couldn’t laugh at this mess, well she probably wouldn’t have been able to get through most days of her life. Felicity knew, for the most part that everyday was a struggle and she never let that stop her before and there should be no reason why today was going to be any different. It was her wedding day though, it WAS different, and there was no mistaking it. But somehow, Felicity just laughed a little because of how ridiculous everything was starting to turn out and how everything seemed to be pulling itself back together even though all those things had happened. Maybe she didn’t need the perfect wedding or the perfect man, even though Daniel was pretty perfect, or even the perfect situation. All she needed was to roll with the punches, even if she was nothing like a humming bird. Felicity was bent on making this work though, she hadn’t spent hours planning her perfect wedding just to have it be ruined and for her to give up in twenty-seven seconds flat. She wasn’t going to happen, even if she wasn’t stubborn. Every bit of it was worth saving. Every bit.
Felicity stood and rubbed her eyes to check for any tears at all. Nothing, though she did rub some mascara off. Flees quickly fixed that as quick as she could. Then she tamed her bangs, she tried to make herself presentable before placing the barrette in her hair, it was something old, burrowed and blue all in one. The veil was hooked on the ends of the barrette, and that was something new. She was set, her sad expression a little happier as she stared at the mirror. She was supposed to be happy on her day, but she was more miserable if anything. Flees would just have to put on a front and hope for the best. She couldn’t possibly be stressed or nervous, she just needed to get through this day. That was all she needed to do. Don’t forget to breathe, she told herself still staring at her mirror. That was when she saw the mirror rippled.
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she could be money, cars, fear of the dark ❤
your best friends are just strangers in bars ❤
where ever she is, who ever she may be ❤
one things for sure, ❤
you don't have to worry ❤
she could be rainy days, minimum wage ❤
a book that ends with no last page ❤
who ever she is, who ever she may be ❤
one things for sure ❤
you don't have to worry ❤
your best friends are just strangers in bars ❤
where ever she is, who ever she may be ❤
one things for sure, ❤
you don't have to worry ❤
she could be rainy days, minimum wage ❤
a book that ends with no last page ❤
who ever she is, who ever she may be ❤
one things for sure ❤
you don't have to worry ❤
Early. That’s what it was. Corynne had to run to her class in the morning, She had overslept. She had to run to her class, but not just run, she had to hug the wall, dodge, weave and cut through masses of witches and wizards just to get to her class before she was late. Corynne had always hated to be tardy for a class, not a valid detention to her record. She had been extremely annoyed at herself for oversleeping, but at least she had made it to class fully dressed and clean, she couldn’t say the same for her brother. He hadn’t even shown up to class, obviously he was skipping his morning classes, as usual. She would have to fill him in later, it seemed. At least it was over now, morning classes had just ended and she had been one for the first out of potions. Sleep wasn’t the first thing on her mind as she rushed out of the potions classroom, no not that, not even a shower. She just sat in class until it was over, she practically begged for it to be over. She didn’t really even care that she was in Potions, one of her favourite subjects, all Corynne wanted was it to be over and done with so she could leave. To be honest, a potion was the second thing on her mind, only because the full moon was coming up. The first thing was pretty much forgotten, until she realized that she had potions, which trigger the thought of her volunteering in the infirmary before the Halloween Dance. She had no time for that.
Slipping out of the classroom, she sighed. It was mornings, or afternoons like these that made her forget that she was still extremely angry with Deo Ellcrete, though she couldn’t believe it at times. She wasn’t one to hold a grudge. That was her brother’s department. He was the angry reckless one, Corynne was the composed one, but she couldn’t be so quick to forgive Deo for what she thought he had done. It was true that she hadn’t heard it from his mouth directly, but it wasn’t as if he would ever say it to her face. She was probably right to have just ignored Deo’s existence the first time they had formally met, then maybe nothing horrible would have happened and she would fine and none of this would turn out like it did. Then again, that was just the subjunctive of it all that was like asking, what if Harry Potter lived. Useless and redundant, well more redundant than useless, good things would have happened if he was still alive, one would have assumed. It was better than a crippling dying little monster as a blood supremacist d**k (could have added -tator, but it wouldn’t have hammered the point). But that is extremely off topic.
It was noon, so Corynne thought she might as well eat before diving into the pile of work she would probably have to do in the Hospital Wing. She had made her way to the Great Hall to get a tad to eat before going back to her growing thoughts, only to be interrupted by Jacobi Sloan. Corynne never really minded when she was interrupted, it was no big deal and if casual conversation would get her mind off things it was more than welcome.
“Jacobi!” Corynne said a little startled. She had only sat down a few moments before he had come to pat her head and peck the crown of her head. Instantly she rubbed the top her head, though she didn’t know why, perhaps it was because it just felt weird, though it was usually the way he greeted her. “I’d be more excited if I wasn’t being forced to go.” She slipped in as he babbled on. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you what I’m going as, it would ruin the surprise.” Corynne looked at him, a small smirk on her lips. “Well you are half veela,” she paused, “it can’t be helped.” Corynne watched him shove down the pie as she realized she hadn’t touched a thing on her plate. Too distracted by her thoughts, she imagined. She needed to feed herself, and now.
Corynne nearly choked on her pumpkin juice when he said that, “Jacobi, when have I ever missed one of those parties!” she was slightly offended. No matter what, Corynne had always attended his little get together because she treasured their friendship, even if she just dropped by to give him a birthday hug and a peck on the cheek as well as a present that he never expected. “What fun is it if you already know, we can’t see the priceless look on your face when you rip away the wrapping.” she said holding back the giggles.
“Only if you can spot me!” she shot back as she tried to smooth her partially dishevelled hair down. She hated it when someone ruffled her hair when it was already as horrible as it was. Finishing her petite lunch, Rinnie went back to her thoughts, even though they were angry and annoyed and fuelled her by her hate of Deo.
Corynne could hardly hold a grudge coupled with her recent lack of sleep; there was no extra energy to hate Deo with every fibre of her being or even hold a conversation, which she had just done. She couldn’t even if she really wanted to since he was the driving force that drove her and Stephie apart, though she didn’t know that he had done it purposely. He was such an a** and she should have known. Corynne should have been prepared for it. They weren’t friends after all; it was all an act, like they would ever be best friends. Deo didn’t have female friends unless they partied with him, but she wasn’t sure those counted, well actually, there was Cordelia, but still. She felt used, and Deo was or is like a disposable feminine cleansing product that one might use on a summer’s eve, and the bag it came it or douche bag, for short, though the former is nicer. He never knew when to quit, even when someone got completely wound up and around because of his words, she would know, he was almost as thick as Owen and that was a feat all on it’s own. She was at the point where she wanted to throw more than rocks at him, some substantially heavier and that could do more than enough damage to put him in a hospital wing bed. Or maybe poison him, though he could probably cure himself. But that would just be petty payback though, and she was no good at thinking of payback. She would just have to live with it and savage whatever she could from the past two years of her life. Two years wasted and it wasn’t like she could save the dying relationship between her and her former best friend.
Then again, if DJ hadn’t told her, she would have been blissfully unaware. That was the ideal situation, and she wouldn’t have hated anyone, well actually she would have hated Deo anyways. There was just that little spat that started, but again, beside the point. Ignorance was bliss, wasn’t? [********], why the hell did he tell her? Then again, it was DJ, and he did have a big mouth, just sometimes. It would have been helpful if DJ hadn’t told her, but even so, Corynne couldn’t just ignore it like it was nothing now. It was probably one of the only things that would ever get her so angry as to stop talking to someone, in this case Deo. It was only a thing that Dominique had mastered up until now, just another thing that Deo would master. But, of course, Corynne hadn’t told anyone, as if anyone would really care. As far as anyone was concerned, Corynne was the mudblood scum that hung around the boy everyone loved, or at least whom everyone wanted to throw down into sheets with.
Remembering to breathe between rage-filled thoughts, Corynne had found herself back in the Evidens’ Common Room. I had a much more calming atmosphere than the hall. Then again, any place would have better atmosphere than the halls. There was always so much tension in the hallways, usually brought on by the pureblooded bias or the prying eyes of the paintings. Corynne sighed as she moved up the stairs to her dorm. Trigg was probably in the halls somewhere and the same went for Shin. Corynne secretly hoped that she had the dorm to herself, just secretly. Cor could have celebrated when she found that it was true that she was alone in the dorm, not that she didn’t like her roommates, it was just that she could think a little more clearly without people bursting in and out of the rooms every five seconds.
Leaving the dorm room, she entered the bathroom. Maybe a shower would calm her down and melt away the raging thoughts in her mind. It wouldn’t hurt to try, and water usually cleared her mind. It washed away all her troubles, even though a bubble bathe would have been much more effective. Corynne really wasn’t in the mood to have a chance run in with any prefect, quidditch captain or even the head boy or girl. She didn’t want to be lectured or yell at or be given detention. She didn’t want to get in trouble. She just wanted to relax. Corynne was already tense and there was no way that she could unwind.
Pulling the hair tie out of her hair, she released the loose bun of chocolate brown and stepped into the shower. She tested the water at first, as she didn’t want to burn her skin off or freeze herself to death. Finding the right medium and settled into the shower. Instantly the water started to soothe her thought filled mind and sore muscles. How she treasured her time in the shower, especially because it was the one place she got all of her ideas from, even when she just wanted to relax.
Upon lathering her hair with vanilla scented shampoo, which was invigorating, if you must ask, she realized how petty she was being. Well not her being petty as much as the situation being ridiculous. The idea of holding a grudge like this was ridiculous because she wasn’t a person to hold grudges, for one, and for the fact that they could have just sorted this out. Corynne wasn’t one to hate people, though there was one person that defied that feeling. Corynne didn’t like to hate or be hated, though it couldn’t be helped sometimes. Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding and DJ just heard wrong. Then again, whom was she kidding? She was starting to rationalize the situation, for Merlin sake! That was Dominique’s job! And right now, her brother would be of no help against one his friends. The idea that stood in her way of ever talking to Deo again was Stephie. It had always been Stephie. Corynne couldn’t get passed the fact that Stephie hated her now and that was pretty much unfixable. Stephie had every right to hate her, though throwing away their relationship because of Deo was a bit thick. Rin had taken most of the men in Stephie’s life, unintentional, of course, and it had only been two anyways. There was DJ because they had dated and Deo, extremely unintentionally, they had just grown closer. However, it was still her fault, partly. Ridiculous as it maybe, it was her fault; Deo was a poor choice as a friend.
Finishing her shower, Rin left tenser than she did going into her shower. This was ridiculous, just like ridiculous was soon becoming her favourite word. Corynne couldn’t believe it as wrapped a warm vanilla scented tower around her body before running another one through her hair. The towel soaked the water up greedily as Corynne rubbed her hair through. When she was done that she scooped her clothing off the bathroom floor and folding them for the laundry later, along with the towel she used to dry her hair. Quickly getting changed again, into a black tank top and blue jeans, she sighed buckling her belt. Topping her outfit off with a three-quarter sleeve leather jacket and black ankle boots, she was ready to leave, though she ran a brush through her dried hair several times just to make sure it was clean and untangled. She checked her reflection again; just to make sure she looked all right, for a person with a lack of make-up on.
Corynne, you look fine, stop being vain for all of three seconds. Also, stop thinking about Deo every five seconds, it would do you some good. She thought to herself, though it wasn’t really the prep talk she needed. All the same, Corynne tied her hair up into a ponytail and went back to her dorm room to deposit her laundry into the laundry bag in her cursed-hex-jinx-spelled trunk to be done later.
Next she was off to the Hospital Wing, there was nothing better than carrying for sick first years or second years hopped up on Halloween candy. It never failed to amuse when she was in such a sour mood. Leaving the common room she moved swiftly to the third floor to the Hospital Wing so that she could just check into see if she was really needed. She wasn’t in the mood to help little children, but Madame O’Malley insisted that she was always needed, even if it was just to fill the potions cabinets, she would have to stay for the whole shift, even if it was volunteering.
“Oh look, it’s a muggleborn.” Corynne sighed hearing the snide remark, she was in her seventh year and still, it bothered her. “Little muggleborn going to go to the Infirmary to save herself the trouble of being beat up?” Turning around Corynne looked at the two stout figures before her, as well as a taller, more elegant girl. Wonderful, why did she know that they were just going to torture her because that girl was in love with a Deo? “Isn’t she the one that always around Deo Ellcrete?” one of the boys said and there it was.
“If we… could like speed this up, it would nice. I’m late and Madame O’Malley is going to kill me.” Corynne said looking at the non-existence watch on her wrist.
“Oh, but sweetie, we’re just getting started with you.” the tall blond spoke finally, though her voice was rather shrill and annoying. “You’re not going anywhere.” Corynne rolled her eyes, she couldn’t believe it. “You’ll just have to clear your schedule.” She descended the stairs to come face to face with Corynne, though she was little taller. “Unless, you’d want that pretty little face of yours bruised.” the two boys snickered. Corynne really didn’t have the time for this, though, either way she would end up in the Infirmary. “What do you say? Boys, she is pretty, isn’t she?” she asked. “Not as pretty as you are.” one of them said. “She is pretty, but you’re beautiful.” the other said.
Corynne wanted to gag. “Again, I have no time for you and your… lackeys. I’m just going to…” Corynne drew her wand and pointed it to the boys behind the blond, “Incarcerous.” she muttered sending thick ropes out to tie the two stout boys together. “Deduct points, whatever. I’m going to go to the Infirmary I’m going to get slaughtered by an angry nurse.” Corynne rambled as she made it up the stairs and over the two boys tied up at the top. When she finally got the infirmary, Corynne was lectured for two minutes before being forced to tend to the stomachaches of first years. Today was going to be so fun.
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Dominique hadn’t even bothered to wake up this morning. It was the day of Halloween, his sister would understand, he was sure. She would be diligently taking notes in class just to given to him later. Dom normally didn’t skip classes, but he was just out of it. Last night, he had stayed up late with Corynne and Dexter just so that Dexter didn’t accidentally get hammered. They were running and experiment on how many shots would it take to compromise Dexter’s linguistic skills, that didn’t go very well. It seemed that Dexter could hold his own, even thought he was completely mellowed out and on the high train. He could still produce coherent sentences and walk straight, a feat they hadn’t witnessed up until that point. Even when Jean or Alec were drunk, they never walked straighter than a curve. Dexter was a medical mystery that one.
By the time Dominique had rolled over to check the time on his watch, he had noticed that the sun was already up and there was probably no point in going to class, so he slept in a little bit more, even though his brain felt like it was pushing up against his skull trying to break it. That would be the first and last time he would even join into a salt, tequila, lime party with his little sister and Dexter, not matter how amusing it was to see Dexter bite the lime. Rolling over again, about an hour later, Dominique finally decided to get up, as his headache finally subsided. He bet that Corynne would have loved her hangover, if she even woke up with one. Dominique couldn’t help be a lazy person, even though it was already noon. He couldn’t help it, it was in his nature and he wasn’t going to change, not even if Corynne used him as a punching bag, which she did half the time when Owen was there to take the hit.
“[********… never drinking with Dexter again.” Dominique reassured himself as he sat up with a bit of blood rush. A hand went to his head and pushed down at the top in a futile attempt to release the pressure. “Fuuuuck.” he said again swinging his legs over the bed so he could finally stand a get dressed. Even though he didn’t go to class, he still had things to do. It wasn’t like he was going to just sit there and look at the ceiling all day, he had better things to do. It was Halloween and the masquerade was later tonight, he might as well get some food into before he either dies of a bad hangover or dies of starvation. Ignoring the hangover for five minutes, Dom tugged on a pair of jeans and a simple white teeshirt before leaving for the Great Hall with a yawn. His list of things to do: talk to Dexter and eat. A short and sweet list, if you were to ask him. He like to keep things simple, that way, his mind wouldn’t implode and wouldn’t over exercise itself before he was ready to do anything else.
Arriving at the Great Hall, Dom took the close seat he could find, which was also across from Dexter, who sat in his usual spot. If anyone were to sit in Dexter’s spot they would surely be glared at to move, that or they would move on their own in fear of whatever Dexter was capable for doing, which was a lot. Dexter wasn’t just smart, he was handy with a wand as well. Face it, though Dexter was shorter than most seventh years with and ego thrice as large, he was still capable of laying down the law as a prefect as well as extending his will, unfortunately. “Morning… or should I say afternoon?” Dominique said looking at Dexter for only a moment before focusing on the plate appearing in front of him. Dominique was now too focused on his stomach to care what Dexter said, though he would, obviously, mindlessly reply like he always did. Most of what Dexter said usually went over his head anyways, it was odd how they were friends, however that may have happened.
“I see you didn’t go to morning class Dominique, I’m very disappointed in you.” Dexter said, not looking away from his plate for one moment. “I would deduct point from your house, though I’m sure that the teachers have already done that. A shame really.” Dexter shook his head to show his disapproval.
Stopping for a moment, Dominique looked up, “It isn’t like I haven’t said this before, I like you better when you’re drunk.” Dom said to Dexter, which resulted in Dexter giving him a slight shrug of the shoulders. Dom knew that Dexter was at least a little tipsy, especially since there were girls sitting around them and his selective mutism hadn’t kicked in. Dom never asked why he was selectively mute around women, nor had anyone else asked, most people just thought that Dexter was just weird, that and that he had a big head. “But, then again, we can’t all pick and choose.” he said whirling his fork in the air. “But you wouldn’t be half as brilliant.” Dominique added, though he knew it wasn’t true. Dexter was still more than brilliant, even when he was drunk, or at least as coherent. Dexter just chuckled, it was a nice true and he couldn’t complain. “At least you can talk to women, not to mention the fact that you can take the stick out of your a** and mellow out.”
“It might, as you say ’mellow out’, but that does not, by any means, compromise my cognitive skills or impede my speech. Though, I couldn’t say the same for you, Dom.” Dexter said pushing up his horn rimmed glasses with his middle finger. Dom just gave an annoyed look towards Dexter as he watched him stir his tea. “Bet, beggars can’t be choosers.” he said sipping his tea: oolong, loose not bagged (seeped three minutes), 2% milk (warmed separately), one teaspoon sugar (raw), scalding hot. He liked his tea just so, if not the person or house elf would have to make it again and they couldn’t use magic. He’d know. Enjoying his tea, he nodded and placed it back down on the saucer. “Don’t give me that look, you know it is true. Corynne holes her alcohol better than you do.”
“Well, I guess that is why you slept with her.” he said with a shrug. “And don’t say what I know you’re going to say about her, don’t go their Dexter or I will never be your middle man EVER again.” Dominique said trying to cover his grounds before Dexter opened his mouth again. Dominique found it hard to forget that Dexter never knew when he stepped over a social line. If he were ever to forget that, his head would have been on his plate right then, lifting it a little and letting it drop again until Dexter got tired of his own voice, which would never happen, but he could hope. “Don’t say it, Dexter.” he said again watching his friend’s mouth open slightly. “Don’t do it, or I will interrupt you next time when you’re explaining something.”
“You promised you wouldn’t do that more!” Dexter shot back annoyingly. “You know I hate it when you do that, it is like a small implosion of the mind!” he added poking at the pumpkin pie in front of him.
“Dexter, if you haven’t noticed… I find it amusing when that happens, especially since you inhaled your butter beer the last time I did that.” Dominique stuck his fork into his slice of pumpkin pie. “And if I find it amusing, imagine that happening when other people are around.” Dexter grew silent at those words and just poked at his pumpkin a little more. “But a promise is a promise, no matter how amusing and cruel it may be.” Dom said reluctantly afterwards. “But, aside from that, I believe I should speak to you about why I’ve come to disturb you during your lunch.” Dom said watching Dexter sip at his tea again.
“Let me guess, you want to try to convince me that I should go to Masquerade.” Dom looked a bit dumbfounded though, he supposed it was pretty obvious. “The answer is still no, even though you already gave me a costume. I’m not going. There is no way in hell that you will ever get me to go, well actually there would be, but I doubt that you would go that far. Though, if you must try to convince me, could you make it quick?” he asked. “You have until I finish my third cup of tea.” he said simply as he finished his first cup of tea. “That should be more than enough time for you to fail.”
“Dex… I appreciate what little faith you have me in.”
“Well, I do try.” Dexter said with a little nod of the head.
“Anyways, I might as well spend my time just saying that you should go because it will probably be your last chance of physical interaction with crowds of people, aside from Hogsmeade. Not that you particularly like people anyways, but at least you can tolerate them for a little longer. Might as well get everything out of your system before you dive into the world of working. Might as well delay the enviable for a little longer.” He paused for a moment trying to see if Dexter’s facial expression had changed, it didn’t. He was still quite expressionless as he sipped at his tea. Dominique knew it was going to be hard, but he didn’t think it would be that hard. He didn’t want to resort to the other thing he had planned, but it just wasn’t an option anymore, at least, he thought anyways. Dom really didn’t think he could black mail his friend, even if it was Dexter, especially if it was Dexter. This was only because Dom knew that Dexter could and would get him back, perhaps even tenfold. It wasn’t something that Dom enjoyed thinking about, though for Dexter, he was sure it would be.
“If that is all you intend to say, unless you decide to blackmail me, I’ll be going.” Dom hadn’t even noticed that Dexter has polished off his plate or the fact that he had drank his third cup of tea, actually it was his fourth, the one pervious was cold and was send back. “Good day sir.” Dexter said getting up to leave, Dom wasn’t going to stop him, there was no point in stopping Dexter unless he really wanted to black mail him. He couldn’t say that he felt confident that Dexter would go to the Masquerade, but all things considered, he had nothing better to do. There was also the fact that he had gone to lunch a little less than tipsy, maybe he was just preparing to go. Dom never knew, he hardly knew what Dexter was thinking have the time and the other half, he was usually confused.
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eating alone because Dexter has just left, smirking.
Finally getting away from Dom, Dexter yawned, fatigue was now getting to him. Dom was probably the only person that could bore him to tears without meaning to and Dexter would sit though it. He was the only person, well aside from maybe Bella or Corynne when he was drunk. Dexter never liked social interaction, mostly because people didn’t interest him, nor did he actually care about them. People are expendable, worthless, and useless. The only propose they served was to get one out of trouble or to show them a good time. That was all, other than that people weren’t worth his time. People, he didn’t get people other than the fact that he was a person and he knew how the body worked. He knew the human biology and how the brain worked. That was all he needed to know. He didn’t need social interaction; he just needed things the way he needed them to be. Everyone else, well they could go die. All the world needs is him and then it would be fine. He didn’t need anyone else, well maybe just one or two other people.
Dexter didn’t need to go to the masquerade. He didn’t like parties and he didn’t like social interaction, there was nothing. All the same, he knew that he would be forced to go to the masquerade. Dominique would make sure that he did, even if it meant that Corynne had to drug him or something. She had done it once before, well not really, but it felt like it. If he knew the twins at all, they would lure him the masquerade or forcefully drag him even if he was a prefect. Dom had already given him a costume and a mask; all he had to do was go. Maybe I should go, it wouldn’t be that bad, though… kissing a person isn’t really the greatest thing in the world. Honestly. There really aren’t that many girls that are remotely kissable at Hogwarts. Well there are a few, but I’m sure I would get bored of them rather quickly. Dexter mused as he made his way down the hall. He loosened his silk green tie as he made his way outside.
Dexter exhaled, his breath weaved upward only to be swallowed by the cold air from the outside. Dexter had almost forgotten it was getting colder outside. His ears were beginning to numb at the taunting cold started to wrap him. The fact that Dexter had forgot this really just made him annoyed, he hated to get sick and that was what was going to happen. Quickly, Dex took his wand in hand to transfigure his blazer into a warm parka. Sickness was something that Dexter never enjoyed, though his mother would dote on him, it was rather suffocating in his eyes. He hated not being able to do things, thus he build his immune system up, though he still took precautions. He was a germaphobe after all. Aside from that Dexter still had the problem or decision of whether to go to the masquerade or not, it was going to be his last one, which was true. Dominique was right about that but he couldn’t be sure if he wanted to go or not, it wasn’t really even a decision at that point. It was more of an after thought, Dominique had successful messed with his mind enough to make him convince himself to go to the masquerade. What an a**, though Dex had to appreciate him for doing that, just a little. The other thought that he had was Corynne slipping him some type of potion through a kiss, since it would be the only way of force feeding something he didn’t want, then they would drag him to the hall. He would have wanted that than the mind game. Dominique was probably smirking in the Great Hall too!
Dexter was now stressed and that was great, just great. He didn’t like that one bit. ******** stress wasn’t good for him at all. It was worse than a hangover to him, though sometimes it wasn’t. He worked well under pressure, for the most part, but it wasn’t worth it in the slightest. Then again, he could always take his anger out on other people, though he wouldn’t go as far as to hit them with a chair. Dexter didn’t think he was physically capable of that, magically maybe, but that took the fun out of it. No one could accuse Dexter of not being fun, if they did, they needed to look up the definition of ‘fun’ and get theirs fixed.
Dexter shrugged into his parka before turning his tie into a scarf and wrapping it around his neck and ears to keep him from freezing to death. He didn’t like being cold and he didn’t adjust well to the cold, then again he disliked a lot of things, there wasn’t much to sift through. He continued walking until he got to the Black Lake. He assured himself that it would be quiet around there, though it wasn’t. There were a few people running but mostly just noisy first years trying to figure out if there were really grindylows in the water, or even mer-people for that matter. All Dexter wanted peace and quiet, but it was never meant to be, from what he could tell. Sometimes he though it would have been better if he had went to Durmstrang. At least students were disciplined there.
“Get out of my way, you’re blocking my view.” he mumbled, looking at the first years in front of him. His face was expressionless as always, or at least usually, He was always expressionless unless he was around people he could stand, like the Chevalier twins, he wouldn’t get bored of them anytime soon, but first years, they were disposable. The first years looked at him for a moment, before eyeing the golden prefect’s badge on his parka, something that he hadn’t been able to transfigure. They were instantly scared, but that wasn’t enough for Dexter. He didn’t really care so much that they feared him, it was the fact that they were still in the way. “Move it.” he said again, hoping that they would get the point before he did something drastic. Nothing. Nothing at all, they didn’t move, they didn’t budge one bit. Dexter only sighed. “You want to know if there are grindylows in the water?” Dex said looking at the three frightened first years before him. “Swim and find out.” he said flicking his wand in one steady quick motion to flip them back into the Black Lake. Dexter just watched them splashing. Dexter wasn’t going to tell them that they were in the shallow end of the lake. It was far too amusing for him to tell them.
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Angelic. It was funny how an observation could be so wrong. Artemisia was anything but angelic, though being a pureblood, and as meek as she was, that was the only thought anyone ever had. Artemisia was just a pushover, a child that needed to be protected because she was extremely innocent and shouldn’t be corrupted. Even her brothers thought that because of that one incident, though she didn’t mind so much then. It was just another thing for her to be projected from, and now even Stephen tried to protect her from herself and other people that were out to ‘corrupt’ her. It was getting a bit annoying but she hadn’t the courage to say anything. She just had to sit there and take it like the little girl she was, though if her mother found out she would have gotten a howler long ago. She would always be the same, well unless she was forcefully taken out of her shell, even so, she would always know that Hogwarts would always be small and stifling and empty to her because of all the ‘protection’ she had. If only people knew about that incident, then maybe they would just leave her alone and people wouldn’t get hurt because of her. Artemisia was really just a chicken in a human body. Artemisia had never been brave. She couldn’t even lie. That was why she needed her brothers and Stephen to look out of her when she was little, but now that she was seventeen, it made no sense for her to be this way, they couldn’t watch over her forever.
She really disliked the fact that there was always a watchful eye on her, it was usually most of the purebloods in her house that would watch over her, along with Stephen. Artemisia didn’t mind so much, though sometimes it got frustrating. This was especially the case when her overseers would attack any muggleborn that would so much as talk to her, with the exception of Corynne, but that was after four years. Corynne was the only person that they didn’t attack because she enjoyed it too much; it sucked the fun out of it. Most people would have just taken it though; seldom did they fight back for they were usually out numbered. Artemisia could hardly make friends that way. After the onslaught, when they finally left the person alone, usually bloody and battered… or in Dom’s case, they were bloody and battered, Artemisia would go around a heal them up, because she would feel so horrible about the event.
A few short stumbles and she had left Potions after Corynne only to be halted by Professor Quigley. She was never really nice to Artemisia, since she was practically failing Transfigurations, though she had help from a handful of the brighter minds in the classes so that she didn’t fail. It was her father that persuaded Professor Quigley to let her take the class even though she had come up with the Dreadful in Transfigurations. Professor Quigley was quick to cave under her father’s persuasion skills. “Ah, Miss Wyllt.” She said, her voice rather horse, perhaps she was yelling at first years who couldn’t transfigure to save their lives, much like Artemisia herself. Artemisia perked up all the same and smiled at Professor Quigley. “Yes, well I would like you to give these to Professor Jinks, he left them in my office. I swear, if that man didn’t have his head permanently attached to his body, he’d lose it.” she said handing Artemisia a large stack of texts with random papers jutting out at the sides. “Well, he’s near the Forbidden Forest. Hop to it!”
Artemisia just squeaked a little, trying not to tip over with the large sack of books and papers in her hand. She wasn’t in a position to argue with the Professor, she’d just have to grin and bare it like always, though she didn’t really want to. There was no need for her to protest, she was headed outside anyways, or at least she rationalizes that she was. There was probably no reason why she couldn’t just go give Professor Jinks the books and papers and take care of a few other things before going back inside. She just wished the stack wasn’t so heavy because she felt like she was going to fall over every time she took a step.
The books are slipping… Her mind alerted her. She could feel her fingers lose grip around the book she was holding on the bottom the stack. It wasn’t that they were heavy; they were actually pretty light, though there were a lot of them. Artemisia had resorted to propping them against her chest as she fiddled with getting a better grip. That was when she was knocked over, well actually someone had just ran into her, but she was being a bit careless though, it wasn’t his or her fault. She wasn’t watching where she was going, but not her books and papers had flown up into the air and she had hit the ground. She had hit the ground hard, which was no surprise, she was light and soft and small, and she bruised easily and whom ever had taken her down was big, though, honestly, you didn’t have to be really big to hurt the fragile Artemisia. Ouch. She thought as the pain set in, though she didn’t feel half as bad as she should have. Whoever had tackled her had removed the weight that could have crushed her, though she didn’t open her eyes. She didn’t open her eyes until she was swept off her feet and she heard her name, well her middle name at least. Wolf. That was who it was.
“Wolf!” She said a bit exasperated. “It’s alright.” Artemisia said with a little nod as she was placed back down from being carried like a princess. Artemisia then just stood there, checking if she was all right as she smoothed her skirt and fixed her hair. She brushed the blond from her face and tucked it behind her ears as she quickly checked herself up and down. “I… I’m fine…” For the most part she was, though a little bit in pain from the initial takedown, she supposed. “You didn’t hurt me too bad... I forgive you.” Artemisia said with a smile before picking up all the scatters books and papers she had to bring to Professor Jinks. “Plus, it is partly my fault, I wasn’t really watching where I was going… Not that I could.” she muttered as she started to gather the papers and books up while a little bit flustered and pink in the cheeks.
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Friday Morning. Usually, it would be a day of celebration, but today, it wasn’t. In Rachel’s mind, it was partner day and it could spell disastrous for anyone, anyone that didn’t like his or her partner anyways. It wasn’t something that Rachel enjoyed, honestly, but if it was something she had to do, she’d grin and bear it. There was no real way around it, well there was always expulsion, but that would just look bad on any permanent record. It wasn’t like she could get expelled anyways, Rachel was far too nice and kind and loving to ever do anything to even land her in detention. Come to think of it, she had never even seen the detention room, only heard of it.
Rachel sighed, out stretched on her bed, she was ready for school; she just didn’t want to go and see the list. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wasn’t to skip school and just sit at home all day. It seemed like a better plan, all things considered. This was the wrong mentality though; she’d have to go to school. Her father wouldn’t allow her to stay at home, well he would, but she’d have to take care of James and that always worked well. It was school or James? Yeah, there was just no winning there. School it was. Rachel leaned back to look at the clock on her nightstand, before rolling over and sitting up. All she could see was a sea of blond as she did so. Rachel pulled her stockings up to fix them before she stood up. She brushed down her red plaid pleaded skirt and pulled her hair out of her face. Even though there was nothing to look forward to, she could at least make the best out of it. She could at least agree upon that in her mind. She’d just have to make the best of it, no matter who her partner was, it couldn’t be that bad could it?
Who am I trying to kid? It could be that bad, I could be very bad, but still… Rachel thought to herself, but she would just have to put on a brave face, there was no other way around it, even if she could potentially be killed by said hero. At least then she wouldn’t have to worry so much. Rachel was always one to fret about the smallest things, this being one of them. She knew this was just a little thing, but she couldn’t help but stress about it. She would be working with his hero all year. It wasn’t like she had someone to protect her; she lost that someone last year, but that was her fault. Rachel just couldn’t get over her feeling for Chris and she couldn’t stop blaming herself for breaking up with him. She wouldn’t forgive herself for it, especially because she could still see his face when she told him that she wanted to break up.
Stop worrying, it won’t be that bad.
At school, she walked down the hall to Homeroom, a small unsure smile on her lips because she had worried herself all the way to school. It wasn’t the best thing but she couldn’t really stop. It was a nasty habit, a habit that she has yet to kick. Rachel had wondered, almost all week, about how they would pair the heroes and sidekicks up, only because it seemed interesting at the time. There was no real way of choosing the pairings, she just supposed I’d be chosen randomly, though if Coach Boomer hand any say, she doubted it. This was why she worried; it was better than being calm and then worrying later. She could just worry her little heart out and be all right with the decision when she got there. She hoped, at least.
“Excuse me…” She muttered pushing through the crowd, something she wouldn’t have had to do if she wasn’t so short. “Ah… pardon me.” she said squeezing through the small areas between the crowd that gathered around the sheet of paper outside of Room 112. “Ouch!” Rachel finally said when she got up to the front. Her eyes went to the sheet. Chris had beat her there, but she was surprised and she hadn’t even looked at her name yet. Chris had finally gotten his powers. He was a hero. Rachel felt her heart drop, just a little. She wasn’t disappointed that he got his powers, or that he was a hero, it was because she could feel this giant gap grow between them. Rachel just looked back at the sheet of paper to hide the fact that her heart had just hit the floor and shattered. “Oh… Carter, lovely,” she tried to smile, but it just didn’t happened. At least her worrying had worked, but she didn’t expect to have another thing to worry about right after she got over the initial.
Rachel concentrated on the list. She knew that if she was paired with Carter, other people would most definitely have a problem, that and she was slightly nosy. She just wanted to occupy herself from thinking about the idea of a gap between Chris and her. Lela and AJ, oh, that wasn’t going to end well, Rachel made a mental note to stay out the way when fireballs start to fly. Other than that pair, nothing was terrible, maybe a little bit, but that was because personalities clashed, but that didn’t matter. Everyone would have to work together sooner or later.
Speaking of which, Rachel couldn’t just ignore Chris forever, even if she wanted to right then. “You got your powers.” She said with a smile before looking back at the burn mark on the sheet of paper and the engraved name. She adjusted her messenger bag a little on her shoulder before looking back at him. “I’m happy for you, I knew you’d get them.” Rachel was happy for him, she really was.
… If I’m happy for him, why do I feel like crying? Rachel looked down at the floor after that, not knowing what to say next. She felt petty, but she knew she wasn’t above jealousy. She had never been above jealousy, not that she as jealous of him, just jealous of all the other people that would be around him now. “I have Carter as a partner…” She muttered, trying to give a better reason for her to have such a pitiful look on her face, though she was pretty sure he could see right through her, she was a horrible liar.
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" HEIDI elizabeth TURNER "
I don't think we've met...
my name is: Turner , Heidi , Elizabeth
I'm was born on: June , Eighteen, 1995
So if you didn't know, I'm: fourteen
my name is: Turner , Heidi , Elizabeth
I'm was born on: June , Eighteen, 1995
So if you didn't know, I'm: fourteen
If you ever see me, remember...
My eyes are: a vivid dark green.
My hair is: a rather dull, pale brown.
I'm not a tower: 5' 3"
It's kinda a secret but I weight: 1O9 pounds
Just bring me these, and I'll be happy...
► friends
► red mittens
► fashion trends and magazines
► warm drinks
► debating
► challenges and competition
► animals, but cats and dogs especially
► homework, work of any kind really
► despite an abrasive nature, being sweet
► hot, but not restricted to hot, boys
Eck! Keep them away!
► people thinking that I'm weak
► getting extremely dirty
► getting a failing grade
► bottled up feelings
► loneliness, as opposed to being alone
► losing
► ugly things
► family mash-ups
Oh god!
► going to hell
► a dead Robby Turner II and/or III
► having something heavy fall on me causing me to die
► friends
► red mittens
► fashion trends and magazines
► warm drinks
► debating
► challenges and competition
► animals, but cats and dogs especially
► homework, work of any kind really
► despite an abrasive nature, being sweet
► hot, but not restricted to hot, boys
Eck! Keep them away!
► people thinking that I'm weak
► getting extremely dirty
► getting a failing grade
► bottled up feelings
► loneliness, as opposed to being alone
► losing
► ugly things
► family mash-ups
Oh god!
► going to hell
► a dead Robby Turner II and/or III
► having something heavy fall on me causing me to die
►GLAIX◄
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It was a strange feeling, not that she couldn’t have guessed it would be. To be honest she wasn’t exactly thrilled, but maybe, just maybe she was worrying too much. Maybe it could all work out and she was just imagining that large gap between them. Maybe, that was the word that summed up everything. It was also the word that she was scared of, there were just to many maybes in this. She just wanted it to be all right and she hoped that it would be solved, somehow, some way.
Rachel took a deep breath in when he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her waist. It made her hit the panic button in her brain so fast as he twirled her around and buried his face into the crook of her neck. She didn’t exactly know what to do, so just she just stood still until he had set her back down on the ground. She noted his content sigh and she couldn’t help but smile. Rachel had remembered how he used to do that, though she would never panic like she just did. “It is wonderful.” she said looking down again, it was only a half lie but she couldn’t help it, it was a force of habit. She quickly pushed her hair out of her face when she realized she was looking down. She watched him step back and let out and inward sigh of relief as her panic subsided. “Ah… you could, but that would be mean. Very, very mean.” Rachel said after Chris tried to comfort her. Rachel was far too nice to let anyone beat someone up for her sake.
Looking up again she gasped, he was about to say something, but Isaac interrupted him. She knew it was Isaac, simply because if it was Sunny, Sunny wouldn’t have ignored her. She knew that Sunny had a crush on Chris, it was pretty obvious, and she had a crush on every boy. Well not ever boy, but most, which was a lot in hindsight. She watched Isaac bug Chris for a moment, which made her giggle inwardly only because it was amusing for her to see how Chris would react. “Morning Isaac.” She had said when he finally turned back and was assaulted by noogies. Now that, that wasn’t mean at all, it was just amusing and fair, but after that Rachel had just walked away from the scene and gone into the class because it was what she had to do to avoid the other things that would arise. Rachel couldn’t help but think of what Chris was going to say though, he was rudely interrupted and it just left millions of questions in her mind and a million other maybes. What had he been meaning to tell her? Honestly, and would she have to actually tell him the true reason of why they broke up? She hadn’t really told anyone that and she didn’t tell Sunny anything about her relationship with Chris, mostly because she didn’t want to.
Aside from that, she took her seat and looked up again to catch Carter’s reaction to the pairing, which was a penetrating glare, which made her rather uncomfortable about the whole situation. Rachel gulped as she watched the electronics in the room start to flicker. There was no way of calming him down and she wasn’t going to try because she would more than likely set him off, if anything. She wasn’t the best person to comfort him at the moment and she didn’t want him to blow up at her either. There was just no winning to Carter, so she just sat there quietly looking at her desk and sink down into her thoughts, which weren’t that interesting as it was. Well they might have been a little bit interesting if they weren't so bottled up and confused. Chris had sent her mind into overdrive because of that half finished statement and she knew she wasn't about to confront him about, especially now because they were in class and if it was really important, he would just tell her later. That was if she didn't avoid him because she was scared. It could be a bit scary after all, especially since she had no idea where he was going with that phrase.
Darn it Isaac. She thought to herself, though she couldn't really blame Isaac for anything, except for the massive headache that was to come when it came to thinking about this on topic for too long. Her mind was already swirling, but it was mostly to keep herself from talking to Carter and getting him riled up about the partnering situation. She didn't really like it, he didn't really like it and there were going to fights, but Rachel was going to be civil about it. There wasn't any other way around it. They just needed to survive this year and it would all be good, right? That is if they could survive this year. Rachel didn't exactly have high hopes about it, but she would make it work, she'd just have to keep her distance when Carter was like this, volatile, which was most of the time, considering. She didn't really think that there was a better or worse situation at this point.
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Artemisia shook her head a little, there was no way she could stop Wolf from doing this for her, so she just sunk down a bit to pick the books she already had. Standing straight again she sighed. “I know how to say ‘no’, I’m just not very good at it.” She muttered, mostly because it was true. She wasn’t very good at saying no, even if she knew how to, it was never easy for her to say no. “Oh, I’m ready for the ball, and it won’t take me that long to get dressed.” Artemisia smiled. She wasn’t all that thrilled to be going to the ball, but she couldn’t get out of it. She wasn’t like most girls, she didn’t need hours to get ready, and minutes were enough for her since she wasn’t out to impress anyone like everyone else. “Mm… Jinks.” She said quietly when Wolf asked where she was going. He had to insist on helping her, which she didn’t mind very much. It made the trip less of a hassle, but she did feel bad for dragging him into her errand. “Ah… fine.” She wasn’t going to protest to him helping her, he was persistent and she couldn’t fight back, she wanted to, but she couldn’t.
Once they were done the errand she smiled a little bit and nodded towards Jinks who patted her on the head a little. She had always delivered his books and papers to him because most Professors didn’t want to go out near the Forbidden Forest since it was out of the way. Artemisia never volunteered, she was just stuck with the job, though she didn’t mind much. She liked Jinks; he was very nice, if not a little eccentric. Turning around she waved back at them as they headed back to the school. Artemisia looked down most of the way, mostly because she didn’t want to trip and fall, which she did do on a regular basis, mostly because she didn’t watch where she was going. She was quite small and she bruised easily. Artemisia just pondered to herself, thinking about what would happen tonight and just whom she would end up kissing, if at all. She would most-likely flee, since she didn’t really want to kiss anyone, at least she didn’t think anyways. Well there was at least someone she wanted to, but it was impossible. Looking back up again, she looked at Wolf for a moment, that was right, the Full Moon was soon approaching, that wasn’t very comforting. It scared her a little bit, but it wasn’t that bad, she wasn’t one of the people that went with him into the Forbidden Forest, but she hoped it would work out, always and at least Corynne was always there. Artemisia wouldn’t have to worry about them so much, her worry could easily be directed somewhere else.
Perking up a tad bit, she turned towards Wolf again, a little bit astonished by his question. It was quite the question, for starts. She wasn’t sure how to answer it. She hadn’t thought much of it, as it were. Wolf had thrown her for quite the little loop giving her no room to really think of a true and wise answer. “N-no, I don’t suppose I am.” Was all she could really say at that time, though she hadn’t looked up to answer. All she knew was that they were walking towards the Great Hall and she didn’t really want to look up at Trigg, even if Stephie was there. Artemisia wasn’t quite brave enough to look Trigg in the eye, face or anything above or below. She wasn’t brave period. Wolf, on the other hand, was brave, more so than she was, though at the moment he was more in a dream-like state than anything. She didn’t mind so much though, he was a good person to walk with, though he was a little bit frightening at times, especially towards the nearing nights. It made her quite uneasy about him, but that couldn’t be helped.
Once they had passed and made it to the Great Hall she looked up again, catching his eyes as he opened the door. “I was thinking of going by myself.” It was quite true that she wasn’t going with anyone, mostly because she had turned everyone down that had tried her ask her as she hadn’t intended on going.
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