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I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence...
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
When I won't remember, save your breath, 'cause what's the use?
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
When I won't remember, save your breath, 'cause what's the use?
Iris stalked back and forth in the Sykes family kitchen, eyes trained up at the ceiling, bottle of whiskey in her hand and a bottle of pills in the other. She seemed so angry, the way her blue eyes pierced through the ceiling and her hands clutched the bottles, her walked forced and powerful, something the woman of twenty-five had mastered in her cell at the rehabilitation center. It was sometime between midnight and one-thirty in the morning, Iris had been staring at the ceiling so long she no longer cared about the time as she paced, back and forth, back and forth, raising the bottle of whiskey to her lips every now and then and taking a deep swig. Her blonde hair was knotted and unkempt, she seemed as if she hadn't slept, and it was obvious that she was drunk, or on her way to being there. Iris had been to rehab for her drinking, and her drug abuse but neither worked, she even picked up a new addiction while she was in there; sex. She had begun having sex with the nurses and doctors so that she wouldn't have to take her medication, even if her doctor or nurse for that week was a male, which she openly despised, having always been a homosexual, or lesbian as was the common term for a female of her kind. Iris emptied the bottle of whiskey and disposed of it,making sure to bury it in the trash instead of just laying it on top, so that her family wouldn't catch on to the fact that she was drinking again, they would send her back into rehab and make sure she never came back out. Sure, most of them didn't want her back in the house in the first place, but she was head of the house, no matter what her brother said and the land belonged to her, as did the house, since she was the oldest. Hopping up onto the counter Iris finally diverted her eyes from the ceiling, no one in her family was awake and even if they were none of them would find out that she had been drinking, as long as they didn't get too close to her, which of course she could fix if she went to bed. This of course was another problem for Iris, she couldn't go to sleep without having nightmares about the incident from so long ago, her phone call to her parents right before she passed out, waking up in the hospital to find that they had died, learning that she was being sent to rehab until she was fit to take care of her family, it all haunted her, especially in her sleep. That was the main reason she had sex with all of her care takers in the center, she needed the drugs and the alcohol to distract her from the haunting memories during the day, and even then she was still distant from her family, though that was mostly because she hated them, figuring she would be better off without them, that her parents would still be alive if she had been an only child. Who ya foolin' Iris? They all hate ya, none of em' love you, not even your parents. So why are you sittin' here feelin' sorry for your self,eh? Iris's drunken thoughts questions and she couldn't help but answer herself out loud, hoping that no one came down while she was talking, or she would be in serious trouble, not that any of her younger siblings could really do anything, but her brother, the one that took her place as head of the family, he could do something about it and she knew he would. "I'm foolin' them all. They all think I'm clean, but I'm dirtier than when I left, not that it really matters. If it mattered they would have locked me away and not let me out in the first place. They loved me, for awhile anyway, not that I loved them any, always so loud and annoying, never giving me any peace, all those damn brats. I'm not feelin' sorry for myself, how could I? There ain't nothin' to feel sorry about, 'ell there ain't nothin' to feel anymore anyway." Iris slurred, head lolling from side to side as she spoke, eyes half closed, the bottle of pills still clutched tight in her hands. Slowly she stood and stumbled out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into her bedroom, still decorated as it had been before she was taken away to the rehab center, as a teenage punk rocker would have it, minus the smell of pot, a smell she had to admit that she missed quite terribly. Iris stumbled over to her bed and collapsed, her head missing the pillow and her feet hanging off the end, but either way she was knocked out cold, not even nightmares broke through her sleep, so for once Iris Fae Sykes actually slept well, not that it really mattered to her.
The next morning Iris awoke around seven, eyes blood shot and body stiff from not moving all night long. Slowly she moved around the room, picking out clothes, a pair of black jeans, a tee shirt, a pair of converse, and some other stuff before heading to the bathroom where she quickly got changed before heading downstairs. From what she could see, which was not very much, considering it was taking her eyes a lot longer to adjust to bright lights than normal since she was both drunk and slightly high Iris didn't see any of her family in the kitchen. Pulling some Pop Tarts out of the pantry Iris tossed them into the toaster and poured herself a glass of milk before positioning herself on top of the counter, pulling the hood of her jacket up over her head, a common sight for her, though only she actually knew why she did it. Slowly she began to eat, dipping her Pop Tarts in her glass of milk and waiting on her family to rise, wondering who would be the first to wake, or at least the first to join her in the kitchen. It was odd, she had finally slept and yet she was still exhausted, it was ,most likely because she had lost so much sleep over the years that one good night really didn't change a thing. The only bad part about living in a rehab center for two years was that your body became so adjusted to the schedule that once you left you were still on it, and that was exactly what was wrong with Iris, in the center she was use to getting up at seven, even after her worst nights, either that or she missed breakfast. This then meant that now that she was at home Iris was living on her rehab schedule, wake up at seven, eat lunch at one, and eat dinner seven and then go to bed at about one again the next morning, a very bad cycle that didn't really work for her.
The next morning Iris awoke around seven, eyes blood shot and body stiff from not moving all night long. Slowly she moved around the room, picking out clothes, a pair of black jeans, a tee shirt, a pair of converse, and some other stuff before heading to the bathroom where she quickly got changed before heading downstairs. From what she could see, which was not very much, considering it was taking her eyes a lot longer to adjust to bright lights than normal since she was both drunk and slightly high Iris didn't see any of her family in the kitchen. Pulling some Pop Tarts out of the pantry Iris tossed them into the toaster and poured herself a glass of milk before positioning herself on top of the counter, pulling the hood of her jacket up over her head, a common sight for her, though only she actually knew why she did it. Slowly she began to eat, dipping her Pop Tarts in her glass of milk and waiting on her family to rise, wondering who would be the first to wake, or at least the first to join her in the kitchen. It was odd, she had finally slept and yet she was still exhausted, it was ,most likely because she had lost so much sleep over the years that one good night really didn't change a thing. The only bad part about living in a rehab center for two years was that your body became so adjusted to the schedule that once you left you were still on it, and that was exactly what was wrong with Iris, in the center she was use to getting up at seven, even after her worst nights, either that or she missed breakfast. This then meant that now that she was at home Iris was living on her rehab schedule, wake up at seven, eat lunch at one, and eat dinner seven and then go to bed at about one again the next morning, a very bad cycle that didn't really work for her.
Aahh, the night is calling
And it whispers to me softly, "come and play"
Aahh, I am falling
And if I let myself go, I'm the only one to blame
And it whispers to me softly, "come and play"
Aahh, I am falling
And if I let myself go, I'm the only one to blame
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I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence...
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
When I won't remember, save your breath, 'cause what's the use?
The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth
Please don't tell me that we had that conversation
When I won't remember, save your breath, 'cause what's the use?
Iris watched as Kai went his way on his skateboard and her sister's boyfriend arrived, she never could remember the guy's name, she knew it was something like Danny or something, but in her book it really didn't matter. To be truthful, the only person that mattered to Iris anymore was her girlfriend, and her brother Dylan, but she was talking about people outside the family. Though she could name on one hand the number of people that actually mattered to her, no that was a lie, a lot of people mattered to her, she just couldn't bring herself to actually admit it. It was odd, her family didn't really care about her, well they did, but not in the way that she hoped, Dylan was, as he put it, the Wilson to her House, she was addict and he was the one to be there for her till the very end, no matter what. Iris wondered if that made her family like House's ducklings, most of them didn't like House, but there was the fact that he hit on Cameron so she really didn't want to think about who in her family could even possibly be Cameron, she practically hated them all, though her girlfriend could be Cameron, they did look alike but her girlfriend's personality was more sarcastic and fun, and not as serious, which for Iris was a good thing. Sighing Iris stretched out on the porch, hand under her head, staring up at the overhang of the porch, just trying to decide why she was still alive and her parents were not. Soon she was stuck in a horrible flashback dream, it wasn't a dream dream, for she was not a sleep, but it was a flashback to a dream she had while she was stuck in the coma after overdosing on alcohol and drugs.
It was dark out, the rain was hitting the roof all around them like there was no tomorrow and that was how they were going at it, but the blonde girl wasn't happy, she kept pulling back, pushing the black haired girl away from her, telling her to stop. They were both soaked to the bone, clothes a tangle and the blonde couldn't help but be pulled back in by the other girl, Iris couldn't pull away as she was once again locked into a fierce session with the black haired girl. They were in the middle of the country, if she screamed no one would hear, if she cried no one would see, and if she fell to her death, well only her partner would know and could easily get rid of the body is she wanted to. "Stop it Cris! Leave me alone!" Iris yelled, scrambling backwards as soon as the black haired girl let her go. Normally she was never the one to be backing out, but she was cold, wet, and she had a curfew to keep. "Aw, come on Iris, what's wrong with you? I would have thought you of all people would like this. Just one more round then, inside if you really don't want to be out here, but just one more." Iris stopped, looking at Cris, eyes wide, soaked blonde hair falling into her face, she didn't even want one more round, she wanted to go home, but to refuse Cris, meant more than refusing a kiss, it was refusing her attention for a long time, which was something Iris couldn't handle. She gave in, sliding forward on the roof, right back into the black haired woman's arms, locking lips with her once again.
Outside of the memory Iris choked and sat up, that night was horrible for her, and it hadn't exactly been a dream when she had it but a memory, so the flashback was torture and remembering while wide awake was worse, because it made her remember the scars left by that wretched female. Absent minded Iris's hands moved to her shoulders, her whole body shaking just remembering the abuse she received after denying Cris love. Slowly she relaxed into her previous position, head down and eyes closed, trying to block out the happiness that floated towards her from inside her own home, if she could even call it her home anymore. Then she heard a voice, but it wasn't any voice anymore, it was her voice, Lennie's voice. She asked her if she was alright, when was Iris ever alright? There was only one answer to that, when she was with Len, whether in bed or not. Iris leaned over, her head falling onto Len's shoulder, eyes still closed, taking in Len's scent, though it was different than normal, she could smell puke on her, and that was not a smell she liked on Len. "Eh, no worse than usual." Iris said, her voice low and she tried to ignore that she could smell puke on her favorite person in the world.
It was dark out, the rain was hitting the roof all around them like there was no tomorrow and that was how they were going at it, but the blonde girl wasn't happy, she kept pulling back, pushing the black haired girl away from her, telling her to stop. They were both soaked to the bone, clothes a tangle and the blonde couldn't help but be pulled back in by the other girl, Iris couldn't pull away as she was once again locked into a fierce session with the black haired girl. They were in the middle of the country, if she screamed no one would hear, if she cried no one would see, and if she fell to her death, well only her partner would know and could easily get rid of the body is she wanted to. "Stop it Cris! Leave me alone!" Iris yelled, scrambling backwards as soon as the black haired girl let her go. Normally she was never the one to be backing out, but she was cold, wet, and she had a curfew to keep. "Aw, come on Iris, what's wrong with you? I would have thought you of all people would like this. Just one more round then, inside if you really don't want to be out here, but just one more." Iris stopped, looking at Cris, eyes wide, soaked blonde hair falling into her face, she didn't even want one more round, she wanted to go home, but to refuse Cris, meant more than refusing a kiss, it was refusing her attention for a long time, which was something Iris couldn't handle. She gave in, sliding forward on the roof, right back into the black haired woman's arms, locking lips with her once again.
Outside of the memory Iris choked and sat up, that night was horrible for her, and it hadn't exactly been a dream when she had it but a memory, so the flashback was torture and remembering while wide awake was worse, because it made her remember the scars left by that wretched female. Absent minded Iris's hands moved to her shoulders, her whole body shaking just remembering the abuse she received after denying Cris love. Slowly she relaxed into her previous position, head down and eyes closed, trying to block out the happiness that floated towards her from inside her own home, if she could even call it her home anymore. Then she heard a voice, but it wasn't any voice anymore, it was her voice, Lennie's voice. She asked her if she was alright, when was Iris ever alright? There was only one answer to that, when she was with Len, whether in bed or not. Iris leaned over, her head falling onto Len's shoulder, eyes still closed, taking in Len's scent, though it was different than normal, she could smell puke on her, and that was not a smell she liked on Len. "Eh, no worse than usual." Iris said, her voice low and she tried to ignore that she could smell puke on her favorite person in the world.
Aahh, the night is calling
And it whispers to me softly, "come and play"
Aahh, I am falling
And if I let myself go, I'm the only one to blame
And it whispers to me softly, "come and play"
Aahh, I am falling
And if I let myself go, I'm the only one to blame
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The things that I take on
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
Iris Black sat next to the black lake, up to her knees in the water, eyes half closed, and blonde hair falling loosely around her shoulders, a strip of purple visible as it mixed in with the grass underneath her. Sure the purple was odd, and most likely against school rules, but what did the Slytherin, well, with for a lack of better words, b-itch. She was a royal prankster and couldn't help but be mean to those that were not in her ring of friends, and then there were the words she spoke about teachers, and other students behind their backs, a classic Slytherin with the mouth and knowledge of a Ravenclaw, that was who Iris Black was, and everyone knew it. Sadly, this led to her having a small group of friends and a very small amount of respect given to her, even as the captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team, not that she cared much for the position, she was just given it because she was the best, grades wise and playing wise, or so she liked to believe that was why she had gotten the position. Sighing to herself Iris removed her legs from the water, drying them off and removed any stray creatures from her legs that just happened to be there, Iris put her shoes and socks back on before straightening back up. She was the craziest eighteen year old at Hogwarts, she had to be, both her family lines were known for being insane, so it made perfect sense that she was a little out there, but like her her father's family she was rough and tough around the edges, very hard to get close to. Slowly Iris headed back towards the castle, taking her dear sweet time with it, just enjoying nature as she went along, humming a strange tune as she went, not really caring about what she was doing or where she was going.
Eventually Iris found herself in a stone corridor, the sound of music reaching her ears, accordion music to be exact. It was a Muggle instrument that only one person that Iris knew of dared to play in the corridors, which meant she was getting close to Irene Sandoval, a Hufflepuff and often prey of Iris's. Groaning loudly in fake protest Iris walked in front of Irene, dropping to her knees to look at the younger girl, a semi-fake scowl on her face, head tilted to the side. "What are you playin' there Irene? Thought it was someone moaning at first, then I realized it was music." Iris half chuckled at her own joke, knowing it was pretty stupid, but she was in a pretty good mood, she had already completed all of her homework, no one had called her a freak, she was having a successful day and nothing could bring her down. Running a hand through her wavy blonde hair Iris couldn't help but mutter something about Sirius black to herself, sure it had nothing to do with accordion music or her hair, or anything at all, but it just popped into her head and she had to say it out loud so that she would not forget it. That was part of Iris's learning style that freaked people out, she talked to herself, a lot. She did however make up for it on the Quidditch Pitch, and in class whenever a teacher asked her a question, proving that her method of study actually worked for her. Most didn't expect much from the trouble maker, even after her many years at Hogwarts and her grades on both her O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s, but it really didn't bother Iris, she was who she was and that was all that mattered to her.
Eventually Iris found herself in a stone corridor, the sound of music reaching her ears, accordion music to be exact. It was a Muggle instrument that only one person that Iris knew of dared to play in the corridors, which meant she was getting close to Irene Sandoval, a Hufflepuff and often prey of Iris's. Groaning loudly in fake protest Iris walked in front of Irene, dropping to her knees to look at the younger girl, a semi-fake scowl on her face, head tilted to the side. "What are you playin' there Irene? Thought it was someone moaning at first, then I realized it was music." Iris half chuckled at her own joke, knowing it was pretty stupid, but she was in a pretty good mood, she had already completed all of her homework, no one had called her a freak, she was having a successful day and nothing could bring her down. Running a hand through her wavy blonde hair Iris couldn't help but mutter something about Sirius black to herself, sure it had nothing to do with accordion music or her hair, or anything at all, but it just popped into her head and she had to say it out loud so that she would not forget it. That was part of Iris's learning style that freaked people out, she talked to herself, a lot. She did however make up for it on the Quidditch Pitch, and in class whenever a teacher asked her a question, proving that her method of study actually worked for her. Most didn't expect much from the trouble maker, even after her many years at Hogwarts and her grades on both her O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s, but it really didn't bother Iris, she was who she was and that was all that mattered to her.
You all laugh at me
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
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▶Iris◀▶Fae◀▶Black◀
The things that I take on
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
Iris fought off the red in her cheeks when Michael said that she would need to learn to speak up if she wanted people to hear her in the future, but did she really wish to be heard anymore? In truth, so many people ignored her when she spoke aloud, that by becoming quiet a large percentage of them were forced to listen to her, even if they didn't want to. As she watched Michael run off, seeming almost flustered Iris decided then that she was going to take her leave as well, no point in sticking around, she was in no way going to get caught dancing in a corridor alone, no way, no how. "I too will be taking that rain check, the music is lovely but I can't waste such a good day away inside. Keep the moaning stuff to a minimum, the teachers get worried. Oh, and Jennifer, I'm still hoping that you die in a hole." The blonde flipped her hair over her shoulder as she headed towards the dungeons, figuring she would go for a nice fly and then see if she was needed for a pickup game of Quidditch before hitting the library if she wasn't. A few of the other Slytherins made fun of Iris since she spent such a large amount of time in the library, but to be honest it was just an escape, an escape from everything, even Quidditch sometimes, especially after a bad loss.
After retrieving her broom, an old but reliable firebolt that she had had since her second year, Iris headed out towards the Pitch, taking into the air as soon as she got to clear enough air. As soon as the first real gust of wind hit her lungs Iris felt alive, more carefree, more like she had been as a child, before Hogwarts had gotten to her. Her long blonde hair was out behind her and the purple streak in it was obvious but at that exact moment in time Iris didn't really care, she loved flying and that was the best thing she could do to clear her head. Of course when all she could think of was Michael Storm's words and a few of her own it was pretty easy, but also extremely hard, for her own words vanished, while Michael's just faded slightly, most people didn't take the time to read her lips and figure out what she was saying, they just asked her what she said or shrugged it off as unimportant. For some reason the fact that the Ravenclaw had payed that much attention to her was both flattering and saddening, it meant that she was getting soft, letting others in, and it also meant that she was starting to care about what others said, more and more than when she first arrived at Hogwarts, and for someone who was considered weird and strange by pretty much everyone, that was a bad thing.
After retrieving her broom, an old but reliable firebolt that she had had since her second year, Iris headed out towards the Pitch, taking into the air as soon as she got to clear enough air. As soon as the first real gust of wind hit her lungs Iris felt alive, more carefree, more like she had been as a child, before Hogwarts had gotten to her. Her long blonde hair was out behind her and the purple streak in it was obvious but at that exact moment in time Iris didn't really care, she loved flying and that was the best thing she could do to clear her head. Of course when all she could think of was Michael Storm's words and a few of her own it was pretty easy, but also extremely hard, for her own words vanished, while Michael's just faded slightly, most people didn't take the time to read her lips and figure out what she was saying, they just asked her what she said or shrugged it off as unimportant. For some reason the fact that the Ravenclaw had payed that much attention to her was both flattering and saddening, it meant that she was getting soft, letting others in, and it also meant that she was starting to care about what others said, more and more than when she first arrived at Hogwarts, and for someone who was considered weird and strange by pretty much everyone, that was a bad thing.
You all laugh at me
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
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The things that I take on
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
Iris chuckled as she watched Michael's face from her position in front of the goal posts, it was obvious that he was worried about losing the match, for no one ever wanted to dance with Iris, just because well, she was Iris. Sure she had a great body, a great mind when she wanted, but she could be cruel, and often acted as if other people didn't exist, it helped her cope with how the rest of the world saw her. Of course this made making friends hard, made making life long companions harder, and getting a boyfriend nearly impossible. She was eighteen and had only had a total of two boyfriends, both of which later confessed did it on a dare and were severely punished by Iris herself, and then her father when he found out. Her parents also turned out to be a problem, no one wanted to be friends with someone who was a relative of the Blacks because they were known followers of the Dark Lord, then of course you had the Lovegoods thrown in there and they were just plain crazy, making it seem like Iris was insane and dangerous, which was not always that far from the truth. When Michael called to her to see if she was ready Iris snapped out of her thoughts, most of which just happened to be about him, she was in fact having a lot of problems staying focused that day. "Yeah! Let's do this!" Iris yelled in reply, scanning the area around her, no one was there to watch, yet. This was of course because no one knew that a Quidditch match was going on, but as soon as they did, well there was no doubt that a large portion of the stands would be filled up to watch the game.
Slowly Iris's mind concentrated on the game, all other thoughts being kicked backwards, almost eliminated from her mind all together. Quidditch was her game, she knew what she was doing, and the fact that she had been playing all summer wasn't too bad. Slipping on her gloves Iris narrowed her eyes and focused on the center of the Pitch, trying to analyze who exactly she would need to watch our for on the other team, and who was pretty much worthless on her own. Sure, a few of the second years looked like they had experience, others, did not. Thankfully the handful that had shown up had taken easy positions to fill, such as score keeper, commentator, and beaters, though an older student was appointed as official so that they had someone who knew for sure what they were doing. Though even as she tried to focus images of Michael flustered seeped into her head, she had known him since their fist year, they had taken classes together, never really spoke, but she knew who he was and for some reason she had only played a handful of minor pranks on him, much to her own confusion and partial dismay. Shaking off those thoughts once again Iris prepared herself, this time focusing on just the chasers, knowing full well that a majority of them would be fast enough to get the Quaffle and get to her in no time if she wasn't on guard and paying attention.
Slowly Iris's mind concentrated on the game, all other thoughts being kicked backwards, almost eliminated from her mind all together. Quidditch was her game, she knew what she was doing, and the fact that she had been playing all summer wasn't too bad. Slipping on her gloves Iris narrowed her eyes and focused on the center of the Pitch, trying to analyze who exactly she would need to watch our for on the other team, and who was pretty much worthless on her own. Sure, a few of the second years looked like they had experience, others, did not. Thankfully the handful that had shown up had taken easy positions to fill, such as score keeper, commentator, and beaters, though an older student was appointed as official so that they had someone who knew for sure what they were doing. Though even as she tried to focus images of Michael flustered seeped into her head, she had known him since their fist year, they had taken classes together, never really spoke, but she knew who he was and for some reason she had only played a handful of minor pranks on him, much to her own confusion and partial dismay. Shaking off those thoughts once again Iris prepared herself, this time focusing on just the chasers, knowing full well that a majority of them would be fast enough to get the Quaffle and get to her in no time if she wasn't on guard and paying attention.
You all laugh at me
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
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╠Alexia╣╠Fae╣╠Torres╣
Daughter of Ares
Daughter of Ares
When they gave us our trophies
And we help them up for our town
And the cynics were outraged
Screaming this is absurd
Cause for a moment a band of thieves
In ripped up jeans got to rule the world
And we help them up for our town
And the cynics were outraged
Screaming this is absurd
Cause for a moment a band of thieves
In ripped up jeans got to rule the world
Alexia Torres, best known as Alex or Lex by pretty much everyone was sitting with her head leaning against the window of the car, trying to ignore her mother's rant about something or other. It was probably something about the new school, or about Alexia's old one and how she had managed to get herself expelled on the last day of school. Either way, Alexia wasn't interested, she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts, most of which had to do with football and whether or not the new school had a football team of any sort. Her knowledge of the school was limited, as in, all she knew was that it was full of people that were also children of Gods from Greek Mythology and that they all had powers, none of which helped Alexia. She was also thinking of her last girlfriend, they had spent all summer together, until Alexia broke the news to her that she was leaving for boarding school and that she wouldn't be able to make a long distance relationship work. It had been the worst day of her life and it kept replaying over in her head, as if there was something about it that was important. As her mom pulled into a parking space Alexia was pulled from her thoughts at the mere sight of the school. Anger began to boil up inside her, that was it, her parents were sending her off, she was stuck at a new school with a bunch of people she didn't know, for the rest of the year. Alexia threw open the car door, grabbed her bags from the trunk, and was halfway up the sidewalk before she heard her mother calling a goodbye after her. "Bye! Don't expect any e-mails, texts, or calls!" Alexia called over her shoulder without slowing down or turning around.
Upon entering the school building Alexia was instantly surprised by what she saw. Everything was so elegant, she just wanted to puke, or rip it all to shreds, either option worked for her. So she wasn't one for fancy stuff, shoot her. Walking towards what she assumed was the main hall she began to smell something delicious, that and a mix of perfume and cologne that had been used just a little too much. Upon arriving at the door to the room where the smells were coming from she poked her head in partly, and when she saw everyone so dressed up she backed out quickly, so fast in fact she found herself on the opposite wall in no time. "No way am I going in there. They all look like snotty rich kids, I'm a girl football player from Michigan. Why am I here?" Alexia grumbled to herself as she slipped into the nearest empty room, rummaging through her bags for something nicer to wear. Sure, her black jeans and shirt were okay for dinner at most restaurants in Michigan, but at this place walking in there like that would have been a big mistake. Finally she changed into a much nicer outfit, feeling just as at home in it as she was in her jeans and shirt, an odd comfort that came with dress slacks.
After hiding her bags in the room and memorizing the way from the room to the dining hall and quickly slipped in. The food looked good, but Alexia's stomach was twisted into knots and all she could do was sit at the table with her head buried in her arms. Everything was wrong, or that's what her mind was telling her. She had yelled at her mother, her ex-girlfriend was probably laughing on the phone with some new girl, a rebound for sure, but someone to be with, and she was all alone in a new place, surrounded by strangers with even stranger powers. No longer was Alexia Torres the big girl on top, the girl everyone feared, if anything no one even knew she existed. Sighing deeply she shook all thoughts besides eating from her head and dug in, not even tasting anything that passed her lips. It was sad, for she knew that it was good, but she just needed to escape, get away from everything, possibly go for a run or just get herself lost in the school for awhile. Either way, she needed to finish eating and get out of the dining hall as quick as possible, no matter how rude it would seem.
Upon entering the school building Alexia was instantly surprised by what she saw. Everything was so elegant, she just wanted to puke, or rip it all to shreds, either option worked for her. So she wasn't one for fancy stuff, shoot her. Walking towards what she assumed was the main hall she began to smell something delicious, that and a mix of perfume and cologne that had been used just a little too much. Upon arriving at the door to the room where the smells were coming from she poked her head in partly, and when she saw everyone so dressed up she backed out quickly, so fast in fact she found herself on the opposite wall in no time. "No way am I going in there. They all look like snotty rich kids, I'm a girl football player from Michigan. Why am I here?" Alexia grumbled to herself as she slipped into the nearest empty room, rummaging through her bags for something nicer to wear. Sure, her black jeans and shirt were okay for dinner at most restaurants in Michigan, but at this place walking in there like that would have been a big mistake. Finally she changed into a much nicer outfit, feeling just as at home in it as she was in her jeans and shirt, an odd comfort that came with dress slacks.
After hiding her bags in the room and memorizing the way from the room to the dining hall and quickly slipped in. The food looked good, but Alexia's stomach was twisted into knots and all she could do was sit at the table with her head buried in her arms. Everything was wrong, or that's what her mind was telling her. She had yelled at her mother, her ex-girlfriend was probably laughing on the phone with some new girl, a rebound for sure, but someone to be with, and she was all alone in a new place, surrounded by strangers with even stranger powers. No longer was Alexia Torres the big girl on top, the girl everyone feared, if anything no one even knew she existed. Sighing deeply she shook all thoughts besides eating from her head and dug in, not even tasting anything that passed her lips. It was sad, for she knew that it was good, but she just needed to escape, get away from everything, possibly go for a run or just get herself lost in the school for awhile. Either way, she needed to finish eating and get out of the dining hall as quick as possible, no matter how rude it would seem.
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And tomorrow, I know,
Will be rainy at best.
And the forecast, I know,
Is that I'll be depressed.
Will be rainy at best.
And the forecast, I know,
Is that I'll be depressed.
She knew her aunt was just trying to be kind to her, show her that everything was going to be okay while her parents were gone. That was her aunt's way, but it wasn't something that Iris openly accepted. When her aunt asked her what she wanted for dinner she almost didn't hear her, the song having been blasting in her ears. Though as the woman kept talking she turned down the music and listened to her words, connecting her last words with the original ones that she barely heard. "It really doesn't matter to me, not today. Chinese sounds pretty good, but I really, really don't care." Iris said as she continued to draw, not even looking up at her aunt. It was bad enough that she didn't want to go off to a university because of her family, but having her aunt ask her what to eat for dinner was just kind of annoying. Normally for Iris, talking to her aunt was easy, she just let the woman talk and she would nod or agree easily, but on matters where she actually had to answer questions it got harder and even loud and violent at times. Though that was who Iris was, the only reason she was so angry was because she was tired of moving every couple years, unable to make friends and keep them. Sighing lightly Iris placed her pencil back behind her ear and looked at her partially finished drawing, which only consisted of her parents, herself, and a Christmas tree, all roughly drawn. they were nice, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to actually finish the picture and send it to her parents like she did with a large portion of her drawings and photographs.
After staring at the drawing for awhile Iris set it on the desk that was next to her, resting her head on her hands. She was tired, class had been brutal and she couldn't help but be exhausted. However, as she sat there, Iris couldn't nod off to sleep like she normally could, which was saying something. She hadn't been sleeping well at all lately, at night, in class, on the couch at home, no matter where she tried to sleep she just couldn't do it. Then when she did all she did was dream of her parents and wake up crying, much to her own anger. She blamed it on spending another Christmas without her whole family, but this time it was worse, she wouldn't have either of her parents this time. Most years she had her mother, some years she had both, but now she didn't have either and it made her angry. Everything just kind of made Iris angry as Christmas approached, mostly her aunt and uncle, and of course her siblings, but mostly her aunt. It was because her aunt was trying to be her mom, but when it came to being Iris's mom only one person could do that, and that was Iris's mom.
After staring at the drawing for awhile Iris set it on the desk that was next to her, resting her head on her hands. She was tired, class had been brutal and she couldn't help but be exhausted. However, as she sat there, Iris couldn't nod off to sleep like she normally could, which was saying something. She hadn't been sleeping well at all lately, at night, in class, on the couch at home, no matter where she tried to sleep she just couldn't do it. Then when she did all she did was dream of her parents and wake up crying, much to her own anger. She blamed it on spending another Christmas without her whole family, but this time it was worse, she wouldn't have either of her parents this time. Most years she had her mother, some years she had both, but now she didn't have either and it made her angry. Everything just kind of made Iris angry as Christmas approached, mostly her aunt and uncle, and of course her siblings, but mostly her aunt. It was because her aunt was trying to be her mom, but when it came to being Iris's mom only one person could do that, and that was Iris's mom.
And the temperature is freezing
And then, after dark,
There is a cold frost sweeping
In over my heart
And then, after dark,
There is a cold frost sweeping
In over my heart
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Iris "Ardente" O'Brien
And tomorrow, I know,
Will be rainy at best.
And the forecast, I know,
Is that I'll be depressed.
Will be rainy at best.
And the forecast, I know,
Is that I'll be depressed.
Iris had finished her classes at the local community college and had made her way to the high school. To the say the least it wasn't unnatural to see Iris stalking the halls after school, but on that particular day the red head was so distracted that she couldn't help but almost run into some kid's locker, more than once. This resulted in her yelling at half of them, realizing her mistake, then running off without explanation. She then arrived at her aunt's classroom and entered after knocking lightly on the door. "Got any room in here for a college student not wanting to go home alone?" Iris asked with a small chuckle. She then took a seat on top of one of the desks in the front. Pulling out her iPod she quickly ran through her song list, trying to decide which one she would listen to first, for that was the ultimate question. She eventually decided on Face Down by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus , mostly because she just loved the song and the band wasn't half bad either.
That's all she ever did, listen to music, draw, write, learn foreign languages, or take pictures of people when her camera decided to work for her. It was a sad thought that she didn't have friends, but that was just the way she was, a miss understood army brat, who was stuck living with her aunt, uncle, and younger siblings. She didn't mind living her with family, but she did hate having to leave people behind, that was why she never made friends, ever. Her phone buzzed, it was a text from one of the girls on base, someone her aunt introduced her to, thinking that maybe she could make friends this time around. They all lived together on base, Iris saw them everyday when she stopped by to go home with her aunt, and she tried to talk with them whenever it was required of her, but only then. Normally she just kept to herself, for she hated being in large groups and crowds. From her bag she then pulled her sketch pad and an old, worn down pencil that had just about seen it's last. She slid the pencil behind her ear and opened the sketch pad, looking at each picture in detail before moving on to the next. A few of the pictures were simple doodle pages that she had done in high school while bored, yet others were of her family and other specific things. On the second to last used page Iris stopped longer than usual, just staring at the picture in front of her. It was a drawing of her parents right before they deployed to go overseas, along with the picture that Iris had taken and the drawing was based off of. She then went on to her next clean page and began to doodle, not really sure what she was going to draw, but as soon as her pencil hit the paper she knew exactly what she was doing, she was going to draw her family as it should be, together on Christmas, not in separate places.
That's all she ever did, listen to music, draw, write, learn foreign languages, or take pictures of people when her camera decided to work for her. It was a sad thought that she didn't have friends, but that was just the way she was, a miss understood army brat, who was stuck living with her aunt, uncle, and younger siblings. She didn't mind living her with family, but she did hate having to leave people behind, that was why she never made friends, ever. Her phone buzzed, it was a text from one of the girls on base, someone her aunt introduced her to, thinking that maybe she could make friends this time around. They all lived together on base, Iris saw them everyday when she stopped by to go home with her aunt, and she tried to talk with them whenever it was required of her, but only then. Normally she just kept to herself, for she hated being in large groups and crowds. From her bag she then pulled her sketch pad and an old, worn down pencil that had just about seen it's last. She slid the pencil behind her ear and opened the sketch pad, looking at each picture in detail before moving on to the next. A few of the pictures were simple doodle pages that she had done in high school while bored, yet others were of her family and other specific things. On the second to last used page Iris stopped longer than usual, just staring at the picture in front of her. It was a drawing of her parents right before they deployed to go overseas, along with the picture that Iris had taken and the drawing was based off of. She then went on to her next clean page and began to doodle, not really sure what she was going to draw, but as soon as her pencil hit the paper she knew exactly what she was doing, she was going to draw her family as it should be, together on Christmas, not in separate places.
And the temperature is freezing
And then, after dark,
There is a cold frost sweeping
In over my heart
And then, after dark,
There is a cold frost sweeping
In over my heart
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Eleanor "Ellie" Yates
You won't save me
'Cause I'm not the fortunate one
So, don't blame me
If I decide to go hide or instead to just run
'Cause I'm not the fortunate one
So, don't blame me
If I decide to go hide or instead to just run
Ellie heard a voice behind her and paused her music, knowing that if she wanted to keep her mother from suspecting that she was hurting herself again she would need to pay attention and alert, meaning to music while she was talking. Turning towards the woman she could see the faint traces of pain in her eyes, the outline of bruises on her face where her hair split a certain way. Ellie's mother tried hard to cover up all the bruises, cuts, and scrapes, but it didn't matter, Ellie knew they were there, she was old enough o know that they were there. "Morning mom." Ellie's words were quiet and pretty tired sounding, as if the sleep that she did get was not good, which was pretty true. She had fallen asleep around two-thirty but by three-thirty she was wide awake again, for her iPod died and she had to plug it in. After that she had to find some way to get back to sleep, which resulted in Ellie not falling asleep until around four-thirty or so. Now she was awake and attempting to make breakfast, not a safe combination on any day of the week, even if Ellie was wide awake.
Sighing Ellie left what she was doing, having decided on making toast, and slid into a chair. Her body was sore, not just from the beatings and the lack of sleep, but from her partying. It was odd, she had felt perfectly fine in the gay club, but that was probably because she didn't like her father and most of the guys at the club treated her with respect, as did the girls. Though a few of them did attempt to get her to take off her jacket and long sleeve shirt, saying she would look better without them. This of course led to a few arguments ended by the guy working behind the bar, who Ellie went to school with. He was a good guy, a junior and a hockey player, one she never imagined to be gay, which he actually wasn't, he just needed the job she later found out. The night had been good, even if it did result in her whole body being sore and her secret almost getting out, more than once. Sure the rumors floated around about her and her family, but none of them were ever proven, but it didn't keep people from speculating, especially about Ellie. She had changed without explanation when she was twelve and it seemed like she just kept getting worse.
Sighing Ellie left what she was doing, having decided on making toast, and slid into a chair. Her body was sore, not just from the beatings and the lack of sleep, but from her partying. It was odd, she had felt perfectly fine in the gay club, but that was probably because she didn't like her father and most of the guys at the club treated her with respect, as did the girls. Though a few of them did attempt to get her to take off her jacket and long sleeve shirt, saying she would look better without them. This of course led to a few arguments ended by the guy working behind the bar, who Ellie went to school with. He was a good guy, a junior and a hockey player, one she never imagined to be gay, which he actually wasn't, he just needed the job she later found out. The night had been good, even if it did result in her whole body being sore and her secret almost getting out, more than once. Sure the rumors floated around about her and her family, but none of them were ever proven, but it didn't keep people from speculating, especially about Ellie. She had changed without explanation when she was twelve and it seemed like she just kept getting worse.
I'm not feeling so well
Maybe we could just sit for a spell?
And make amends, it depends on my injury
I don't wanna be me, I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be me
Maybe we could just sit for a spell?
And make amends, it depends on my injury
I don't wanna be me, I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be me
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Eleanor "Ellie" Yates
You won't save me
'Cause I'm not the fortunate one
So, don't blame me
If I decide to go hide or instead to just run
'Cause I'm not the fortunate one
So, don't blame me
If I decide to go hide or instead to just run
It was around midnight, Ellie was sneaking home the back way after having left after her father's rampage. She was laughing and joking with one of the girls she had went with to the club. Sure she hadn't planned on going to a club, but one of the girls at the coffee shop decided to drag her along, convincing her that she needed to get out and party. At first she didn't think anything of it, that was until she saw the club they went to, it was a gay club, a teen gay club. Normally she was home by curfew, but that particular night she decided to let loose and party, which was probably the drugs the girl had slipped into her coffee. This resulted in the two kissing at the end of the night, and the girl walking Ellie home. Of course Ellie had to sneak into her own room, which meant taking the ladder instead of the door and hoping not to make too much noise as not to wake anyone. The girl followed her up, much to Ellie's surprise and slight discomfort. They started to make out again, but when the girl started to go farther Ellie stopped her, not wanting her to discover the bruises and scars that littered her body and made her wish she wasn't alive. The girl was enraged, but when she got a glimpse of a large bruise on Ellie's side she quickly left, only stopping when Ellie tried to explain it, saying it was just a fight with a guy at her school, nothing more. The girl then continues on out the window, leaving Ellie alone with her thoughts, and the pain of knowing that someone almost discovered that she was abused by her father.
After awhile of pacing around her bedroom Ellie sat down on her bed, pulling a small nail from under her pillow. The nail was blood stained and old, and as she removed her jacket and pulled up her sleeve she couldn't help but drag it across one of many scars that lay there, healed but deep enough to still be red. Ellie then found an open area of skin and dug the nail in, breaking the skin, She then drug it across, ripping the skin open, allowing the blood to flow out for awhile before quickly clamping her hand over the cut and grabbing the roll of paper towels and band-aids from under her bed and cleaning the wound before bandaging it. By the time she was done and had everything cleaned up and hidden away it was already almost two-thirty in the morning and Ellie was exhausted. After listening to a few songs on her iPod, Ellie was fast asleep.
Her alarm clock started blaring a familiar song, though the time was not something Ellie really cared about. Sighing she climbed out of bed and got dressed, making sure to clean and change the bandages on all of her scrapes and cuts, especially her newest ones, such as the self inflicted and the ones inflicted by her father. She then headed downstairs and into the kitchen, just to find the table set and the whole place deserted, like everyone had up and left. Only my family could set the table and leave like this. They are probably over at the Ｍyeong house or something. Well, better just sit here and wait, or I can go check, which to do, which to do? She internally argued with herself, before moving into the kitchen and starting breakfast, knowing that if her father were to wake up and see that no one had started breakfast they would possibly be beaten again. Ellie did this to the beat of Pain by Three Days Grace, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get through the morning without music if her father was angry and in a yelling sort of mood, much less an abusive mood.
After awhile of pacing around her bedroom Ellie sat down on her bed, pulling a small nail from under her pillow. The nail was blood stained and old, and as she removed her jacket and pulled up her sleeve she couldn't help but drag it across one of many scars that lay there, healed but deep enough to still be red. Ellie then found an open area of skin and dug the nail in, breaking the skin, She then drug it across, ripping the skin open, allowing the blood to flow out for awhile before quickly clamping her hand over the cut and grabbing the roll of paper towels and band-aids from under her bed and cleaning the wound before bandaging it. By the time she was done and had everything cleaned up and hidden away it was already almost two-thirty in the morning and Ellie was exhausted. After listening to a few songs on her iPod, Ellie was fast asleep.
Her alarm clock started blaring a familiar song, though the time was not something Ellie really cared about. Sighing she climbed out of bed and got dressed, making sure to clean and change the bandages on all of her scrapes and cuts, especially her newest ones, such as the self inflicted and the ones inflicted by her father. She then headed downstairs and into the kitchen, just to find the table set and the whole place deserted, like everyone had up and left. Only my family could set the table and leave like this. They are probably over at the Ｍyeong house or something. Well, better just sit here and wait, or I can go check, which to do, which to do? She internally argued with herself, before moving into the kitchen and starting breakfast, knowing that if her father were to wake up and see that no one had started breakfast they would possibly be beaten again. Ellie did this to the beat of Pain by Three Days Grace, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get through the morning without music if her father was angry and in a yelling sort of mood, much less an abusive mood.
I'm not feeling so well
Maybe we could just sit for a spell?
And make amends, it depends on my injury
I don't wanna be me, I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be me
Maybe we could just sit for a spell?
And make amends, it depends on my injury
I don't wanna be me, I don't wanna be me
I don't wanna be me
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The things that I take on
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
Iris watched Michael leave out the window and had to keep herself from following on his tail, knowing that a neck injury was a lot worse than a broken arm. When the healer returned Iris was holding back giggles and trying to keep her head still at the same time, staring up at the ceiling with closed eyes, to make it appear as if she was in a daydream, like she normally was when she was left alone in the hospital wing. She was brought out of her giggles by the sound of the windows slamming shut and the healer's voice sharp next to her ear. "You see where that idiot boy went?" Iris thought for a minute, wondering if she should reply with the truth and get him in trouble, but then she remembered her dance and decided to do what she did best, lie. "No Ma'am. I have to say that I didn't. I was half asleep this entire time, this place is so peaceful always makes me want to take a nap, you know that better than anyone." It was a convincing lie, mostly because not all of it was a lie, she usually did fall asleep when she was in the hospital wing, whether she wanted to or not, it just sort of happened. At Iris's words the healer seemed to get angry and then calmed down, not wanting to strangle the wrong student. "Okay, you can go then, but if you see that boy tell him that next time he decides to go out my window he may not have a broom to go out on." The healer's words were sarcastic in nature and neither could help but laugh, yet there was such a seriousness in the air that Iris was quickly on her feet and heading towards the door, broom and shoes in hand, having not bothered to put them back on. "I will Ma'am, I will." Iris tossed over her shoulder as she was exiting and she heard another chorus of light laughter, but she did not share in this, she was actually worried for Michael, mostly because she had seen what the woman could do to a kid if they tried hard enough to disobey her.
After dropping her broom off in her room and cleaning it a couple times for good measure, knowing that if she left all the dirt on it she would never get it off, Iris headed out again, unsure of her destination. At first she wondered if she should find Michael and tell him of the healer's words, but then thought better of it. If one was seen looking for a boy after tending to his broken arm it looked like you were dating, and that was an image Iris did not like, even if she did like Michael as at least a Quidditch mate if not a friend. So instead she headed off towards the library, going in on the second floor instead of heading up and going in where she normally went in on the third, much to the surprise of the librarian. Taking a few books off the shelf, none of which had anything to do with each other, Iris found a seat in a dark corner between two almost empty shelves and began to read. It was her little corner and most people that walked the library enough knew to stay away from it unless they actually needed a book from there, and even if they did, the books they needed were away from Iris and closer towards the rest of the library.
After dropping her broom off in her room and cleaning it a couple times for good measure, knowing that if she left all the dirt on it she would never get it off, Iris headed out again, unsure of her destination. At first she wondered if she should find Michael and tell him of the healer's words, but then thought better of it. If one was seen looking for a boy after tending to his broken arm it looked like you were dating, and that was an image Iris did not like, even if she did like Michael as at least a Quidditch mate if not a friend. So instead she headed off towards the library, going in on the second floor instead of heading up and going in where she normally went in on the third, much to the surprise of the librarian. Taking a few books off the shelf, none of which had anything to do with each other, Iris found a seat in a dark corner between two almost empty shelves and began to read. It was her little corner and most people that walked the library enough knew to stay away from it unless they actually needed a book from there, and even if they did, the books they needed were away from Iris and closer towards the rest of the library.
You all laugh at me
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
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The things that I take on
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
I soon shrug off
'cause I know no one
Will ever be content
With the way things are
Or with what they've got
So I've given up and now I'm just indifferent
Hearing a voice off to her side Iris turned to see none other than Michael and she couldn't help but chuckle at the sound that she had won and that she would get her dance with him. Sure she had heard the cries of victory from where she was, but since neither Seekers had been Slytherins and Iris never really knew people by their voice. Unless she was related to them, had been yelled at by them, or just chose to recognize their voice, as was slowly happening with Michael, involuntarily, but it beyond that putting a voice to a name was like putting a square block through a round hole, or whatever the saying was. Her chuckle however faded when he talked about how they were both injured, normally she would have lied, said she just liked walking with her hand behind her neck, but she wanted to keep on good terms with him, at least until she got her dance. "Fell off my broom coming out of a dive bomb to catch the Quaffle, rolled over my neck a few times. It's nothing major, at least I don't think it is." The last part of her sentence was a whisper, for if anyone heard her admit that she actually feared that it was something bad she would probably be laughed at, until the person or persons were threatened, but still. As she watched him remove his gloves Iris grimaced, it wasn't like she hadn't been in pain before, but watching someone who had flown, and played Quidditch with a broken arm show pain in front of her was almost torture. He was a strong guy and Iris knew that, and to see him in so much obvious pain and not caring that a Slytherin, who could use said information against him, was walking right next to him. Seeing that he left his watch on Iris furrowed her brow in thought, she had two options, one was rude, and the other was possibly dangerous for Iris, not physically but emotionally and mentally if anyone happened to see her do it. Her choices? Let him walk all the way to the hospital wing with the watch on, or try and remove it herself while causing as little pain as possible. The first sounded like a true Slytherin, the second sounded like an actual person with a half a brain and a heart. "You know, I could help you get that watch off. I mean, if you want." Now it was Iris's turn to be flustered and it was obvious as her eyes diverted to the ground as she walked and the hand that was free reached behind her back, as if she was reaching for the wrist of her other hand, which was still holding her neck up.
Thinking back Iris had been to the hospital wing a number of times. One year she almost lived there, considering the amount of injuries she got between Quidditch, messed up potions, and pranks gone wrong, that was her fourth year, when she decided that she was just going to do nothing but piss teachers off. After that she basically didn't go there except for three broken ribs, a broken ankle and foot, a broken wrist, a few spilled potions, and an "accidental" club to the head, the latter of which she really doubted was on accident. Basically Iris was a regular in the hospital wing, mostly of her own doing, but she liked it in there, it was usually quiet and she could think clearly. That was part of the reason Iris didn't have a lot of friends, she chose not to have them, finding the silence calming, for the only real noises she liked were music and the sound of cheering fans at a Quidditch match and even the cheering fans got on her nerves sometimes.
Thinking back Iris had been to the hospital wing a number of times. One year she almost lived there, considering the amount of injuries she got between Quidditch, messed up potions, and pranks gone wrong, that was her fourth year, when she decided that she was just going to do nothing but piss teachers off. After that she basically didn't go there except for three broken ribs, a broken ankle and foot, a broken wrist, a few spilled potions, and an "accidental" club to the head, the latter of which she really doubted was on accident. Basically Iris was a regular in the hospital wing, mostly of her own doing, but she liked it in there, it was usually quiet and she could think clearly. That was part of the reason Iris didn't have a lot of friends, she chose not to have them, finding the silence calming, for the only real noises she liked were music and the sound of cheering fans at a Quidditch match and even the cheering fans got on her nerves sometimes.
You all laugh at me
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
Like I'm not happy
With anything, any time, anywhere
And the half of me's all about apathy
And the other half just doesn't care
