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Post by Shendeth Potter on Mar 18, 2012 23:11:10 GMT -4
everything seems rotten
in the eyes of the forgotten
[/color][/size][/b][/i][/font][/center] It appeared that there weren't any owls around that night. Or maybe an owl couldn't be trusted with the job of delivering an unmarked package to Severus Snape, from another Death Eater. One thing, among many, about being the youngest was that you were always the one made to do small things that nobody else could be bothered to. Shendeth would be lying if he said the other Death Eaters actually respected him, although many had come to grudgingly approve.
In any case, on this particular night he found himself walking the beaten path from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, with said package under one arm. He didn't ask what was inside. It would be the first time he actually entered the school since the day he left. Silhouetted by the moon, the familiar, imposing shape of the building loomed ahead. The great iron gates now opened automatically for anyone with the Dark Mark; disguised in their uniform, Shendeth quickly strode past the guards at the entrance and up to the front doors. As soon as he got there, he took off his mask and outer robe, since he had his normal clothes underneath. Slowly, he stopped and looked around.
He hadn't forgotten one detail about the place, but.. something was different. He shivered as he crossed the room, and quickened his step so as to ignore it and the strange feeling of coming back like this. Hell, he really didn't want to be here. Fortunately, he met nobody on his trip to the headmaster's office. Having no wish to actually see the man at all, he left at the door and went off in a random direction. The castle was so somber and quiet. Frozen. The Mark on his arm gave a sharp pulse as he looked down an empty corridor. He didn't belong here. Shen was about to turn around and go back the way he had came when a fast approaching noise came from that direction.
Three seconds later, he had to duck to avoid collision with Peeves. The poltergeist spun right around in midair a few feet away, apparently noticing Shendeth. He squinted at him in the dark, before letting out one of his cackles. Oh, no. The only thing he could do to be left alone was stay there and be as boring as possible. Meanwhile, Peeves had started up in his typical manner.
"It's Potty!"
"Shut the f-"
"Potty's back. The bad one. The one they said was dead, gone.. but why's he back? Should spread the news-"
There was only one way to get rid of this idiot. Shendeth pushed back his sleeve to show him the Dark Mark, drawing his wand and pointing it at him.
"Peeves. I don't know if you're dead or not, but I can make you wish you were."
Peeves hesitated, then zoomed away while sticking his tongue out. Shendeth kept moving, just in case anyone heard the voices.
A few minutes later, he found himself coming out onto the covered bridge. A cool night wind blew across it. Feeling better out here, he slowly walked to the railing and looked out over the edge. School life had gone on without him. Even during his encounter with Peeves, he felt detached. Like the stranger that he was. For better or for worse (definitely for worse), he'd moved on. But something kept him there. He didn't know how long he had been there, letting troubled thoughts go through his head as they would, when eventually he heard footsteps. The clouds shifted, and suddenly the moonlight shone very strong. He could see his hands on the low wall in front of him turned pale silver. Anyone who knew the amount Peeves had before they met, would think they were seeing a ghost if they came across him now. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] words; 708 . outfit; here . notes; none . |
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Post by Rachella van der Bilt on Jun 3, 2012 5:03:16 GMT -4
Rachella wasn't feeling very well today, and for once not in the mood for a party. She was sitting in the common room and was learning for her O.W.L.S, she knew she still got months before she had to do her first exames but she rather had good grades for those. She sat there for hours but she couldn't focus on Herbology. She sighed and decided it would be nice to get some fresh air. She picked up her book and walked to the girls dormitory. She putted the book on her bed and then turned around. She headed to the covered bridge. Once there she saw a certain someone standing there. What is he doing there? He isn't suppose to be here. Why is it always me to run into the people I never wanted to see again? She remembered Shendeth very well, despite being really drunk. She just broke up with Theodore and was broken. Trying to forget the pain she went to this party were she drank way too much firewhiskey and slept with him. She wanted to turn around but it was too late. He had probably have seen her already.
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Post by Shendeth Potter on Jun 9, 2012 10:16:24 GMT -4
i'll stand back from the scenery
AND LAUGH AT ALL THE OTHER GUYS, WHO NEVER COULD ESCAPE IN TIME
stuck like flies on sticky tongues, chewed up 'fore their life is done
i'm not here to compromise or apologize; so what, I lied
but the truth would've been suicide So far the time and school curfew, enforced more strictly now than ever, had prevented him from both encounters in which he would have to explain his presence and simple run-ins with other students. No, not other students. Just students. Speaking of which.. he looked up instantly at the sound of light footsteps. His insides went a little colder. Shendeth had no trouble at all recognizing the younger Gryffindor girl. He looked away.
Somewhat digging his long fingernails into the railing, Shendeth looked away over the bridge again. Once before he'd stood here, with the half-hearted intent of jumping off. He really couldn't explain why he didn't, here and now, just follow that through. But no, that would be too easy.
He whirled around and stared at Rachella. He didn't want to. He didn't want to be reminded of the time, though he could barely remember, he knew they had done what he never would've while sober. Alcohol, though virtually his blood now, had never been his friend. But of course, Shen could never let on that it had been a bad memory for him, and certainly not why.
"Shouldn't you be in bed? Or, since its you, be in bed with someone?" he called out sarcastically.
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Post by Rachella van der Bilt on Jun 12, 2012 12:42:27 GMT -4
Rachella looked away and lean against the railing. "Shouldn't you be in bed? Or, since its you, be in bed with someone?" he then called out sarcastically. She turned her head to him and stared at him for a minute. She knew how some people thought about her but it still did upset her if they said such things. She never showed them though, she didn't want people to think she was a weak person. Then she putted on her bitch face, like she always did when she didn't want people to see she was hurt. She got sick of these people, they were the onces who wanted to sleep with her. And it was unfair, she was always the slut and the boys were her victims. That's exactly how they talked about her. "You don't know me," was all she said before she turned her back at him. Outfit: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=50795392&.locale=nlStill didn't got the chance to make a template, I am sorry about that. |
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Post by Shendeth Potter on Jun 15, 2012 10:04:44 GMT -4
i'll stand back from the scenery
AND LAUGH AT ALL THE OTHER GUYS, WHO NEVER COULD ESCAPE IN TIME
stuck like flies on sticky tongues, chewed up 'fore their life is done
i'm not here to compromise or apologize; so what, I lied
but the truth would've been suicide He stared back at her out of the corner of his eye. There was a few seconds' silence; it was hard to read exactly what she was thinking. Then she gave the cold reply of "You don't know me." and turned away. Shendeth leaned back while still holding the railing and watched her. He wasn't lying to himself when he didn't want to remember the past.. but this wasn't the past, was it?
Maybe he just wanted to pick a fight he could win for once. Such a simple problem as struggling with his own sexuality didn't seem as important after leaving his peers and the kind of parties he'd met Rachella at behind. There would always be reminders that he was different, but for now he could ignore them. What was different was everything that was going on; this was just a vague reminder of old times.
Know her? "I never said I did, and nor do I want to. But you don't know me either."
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Post by Rachella van der Bilt on Jun 28, 2012 7:36:15 GMT -4
"Then you have no right to imply that I am a slut," Rachella said. She wanted to walk away and lock herself in the girls toilets so he couldn't talk to her anymore. She was sick of this conversation but if she walked away it would make her look weak and that was the last thing she wanted. But then she realised she could make him leave. He wasn't a student nor teacher and had no buisness being here. She turned back at him. "What are you doing here?" Was he some kind of perv looking for little kids to bring along with him to his place? Even if he wasn't she could always tell her daddy whom would inform the ministry about that, with no doubt. He might get locked up in Azkaban, or at least that was what she was hoping. She folded her arms around her chest and looked at him with disregard.
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Post by Shendeth Potter on Jul 1, 2012 16:44:50 GMT -4
i'll stand back from the scenery
AND LAUGH AT ALL THE OTHER GUYS, WHO NEVER COULD ESCAPE IN TIME
stuck like flies on sticky tongues, chewed up 'fore their life is done
i'm not here to compromise or apologize; so what, I lied
but the truth would've been suicide Shen looked down the bridge at her, the ghost of his signature smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. He was thinking that no girl who wasn't a slut would ever sleep with him; maybe lots of others wanted to, but there was no way in hell he'd ever be in a real relationship without ulterior motives. Alcohol-induced single nights were bad enough. However, he let it go without comment. For the moment.
Instead he narrowed his eyes a little at the question and look that said he wasn't welcome here. There was no need for a reminder; it wasn't like he had wanted to come here either. Well, maybe he did, but he hadn't found what he was looking for.
A split-second passed as he wondered whether to answer at all. Rachella had no authority and probably wasn't supposed to be here either, and to remind her of it he gave her a disdainful look back. The thing was he had had a legitimate reason to be here, he just didn't feel like telling her or anyone else who might come along.
"I had business here, and it doesn't concern you."
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