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Post by marie on Jul 31, 2006 20:04:19 GMT -5
Have you ever had the feeling that something was missing? That there was a hole in your soul that could never be mended or healed? Well, that's how a certain Little Miss Know-It-All felt as she wandered the corridors. Lily's fingers traced along the surface of the wall and she just wished she could run. Run away from all of the problems threatening to consume her and leave her in the dark. But, alas, she couldn't run. She could hardly walk. She was drunk. Yes, a Potter was drunk. Shocker, huh? She stumbled along the corridors, her free hand gliding against the smooth stone while her other hand held a beerbottle, which she took a couple swigs from every couple of minutes. Laughing insanely as she made her way to the Entrance Hall, she almost tripped from how hard she was laughing.
Luckily, however, she didn't trip as she stepped over the threshold and out into the grounds, the giant oak doors slamming shut behind her. Lily stumbled across the ground, a foolhardy grin occupying her beautiful features. Her clothes were messed up, as if she had fallen asleep in them and hadn't bothered to change them for the past few days. She was miserable, absolutely miserable, and she had turned to alcohol for her problems. Big mistake but who cared right? Her Dad was dead and her siblings just couldn't really stand her most of the time though if someone was picking on her, they would defend her. That was the only time though.
Making her way to the lake, she was careful not to fall in, though it was a close call. Although, almost immediately, her emotions got ahold of her and she collasped to the ground, sprawled there and swaying dangerously, tears now falling gently down her fair skinned cheeks. She sat on the grass, drinking and crying, wishing she was someone else. Wishing she wasn't Lily Potter. But, nothing cough change that. She was who she was. She was so consumed in her thoughts that she didn't hear hurried footsteps towards her or a voice calling to her from what sounded like the distance.
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Post by Seth Silver on Jul 31, 2006 20:23:34 GMT -5
Someone was by the lake. Seth sighed. He could never get a moment alone here, could he? Oione in the Owlery, Orion in the corridors, and now this. Someone was sitting just where he had been planning on sitting. He swore, frustrated, glancing at the figure again. It swayed dangerously, and he caught sight of a flash of red hair. Red meant . . . his heart sped up a few beats. But . . . she was one of those know - it - all types that rarely did anything wrong.
'Potter?'
Feeling stupid, Seth shuffled down to the lake shore, his wand clutched tightly in pale, skinny hands. Why was he helping her? He wasn't any help to anyone. If the bloody Knights could see him now . . . . Seth grimaced, pushing those thoughts from his mind. He shouldn't be thinking like that. Oione wanted him to have thoughts like that, to back out like a coward. Well, it was too late for that now, wasn't it? One didn't just step away from the Dark Lord's ranks, did they?
'Potter, you idiot, what the hell have you done?'
She was drunk, that much Seth could see. Drunk and Salazar knew what else. Seth balled his fists, furious with himself for leaving the Slytherin dorm. He shouldn't be here. He didn't know what to do at times like this. That was always Oione's job . . . .
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Post by marie on Jul 31, 2006 20:31:56 GMT -5
Hearing a familiar voice didn't affect Lily's mood whatsoever. She just kept swaying back and forth, continuing to drink from her bottle. She didn't realize that it was Seth or else she would've hid the bottle, but still, she wasn't exactly sober enough to use the logic that she usually had. All of her logic had flown out the window practically and so this would probably explain why when Seth called her an idiot and asked what the hell she had done, Ashley got frustrated.
"I did nothing, S-silver." She said, her words slurred and an expression of anger occupying her beautiful features as she spoke. "And I am not an idiot!" She protested, yet no matter how drunk she was, she knew she was an idiot. She had gotten drunk just because she had let her emotions get the better of her. She had let her emotions of her Dad and of the way she felt about Seth get to her, turning to alocohol.
"You're right....I am an idiot." She agreed only a moment later after having disagreed. She looked up at him and her usual stunning emerald green eyes were a dull colour. They no longer shone with happiness or brightness. They only showed emptiness and sadness. She sighed and once she gathered her thoughts, she tried to find her wand. Sure it took her a couple of minutes but she had finally found it, fumbling with it slightly as she tried to hold it steady. She pointed it at herself, muttered something, and immediately, the effects of the alcohol were gone but she felt bile coming up and she turned just in time to vomit into the lake.
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Post by Seth Silver on Jul 31, 2006 20:50:40 GMT -5
Always the gentleman (ha!), Seth turned away, his nose wrinkled at the sounds of her being sick in the lake. Was this what Oione saw when he was drunk? He would like to think that he didn't vomit, but he knew it would be a bit off the mark. Seth was as sloppy a drunk as Potter, which was rather disconcerting. He wasn't supposed to be similar in any way to Potter. The mater would have a fit, and Augstus, well, Augustus would do a bit moe than that.
'What's wrong with you, Potter? Decided you need to cause more trouble here than your useless father?'
Oione had never been particularly kind to a drunk Seth, and he learned from experience. He was scornful, blunt, and sharp, but nothing close to sympathetic. Was this what drunk Seth looked like? Did he really act so . . . disgusting? Eh, it wasn't his problem. Right now, Potter was the problem, and he was going to deal with it, however loathe he might be to do so.
'Get up, you prat. You're being an idiot.'
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Post by marie on Jul 31, 2006 21:17:51 GMT -5
"I don't know what's wrong with me." Lily muttered, wiping away a few stray tears that had dared to escape her eyes and roll down her fair skinned cheeks. She would not cry. She was not supposed to cry. She was a strong girl and she would remain strong, though the more she wanted to stay strong, the more she just wanted to crumple to the ground and release the tears that welled up inside of her. She ignored the comment about her Dad for she had nothing to say, for once.
Hearing his order, she sighed and stood up, swiping her fiery red hair out of her eyes, staring at Seth. Their eyes locked and she held his gaze for a second before looking away. She didn't want to let him see that she was yearning for him. That she wanted him even though she knew she could never have him no matter how much she wished. She sighed deeply and stared at the ground.
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Post by Seth Silver on Jul 31, 2006 21:56:16 GMT -5
She really was pretty. even after she had just been sick in the lake. He winced, glancing away quickly. Seth was no good at these sorts of things. He never had been, and he most certainly never would be. This comforting stuff was for Hufflepuffs, not Slytherins. Slytherins didn't comfort people. they took care of themselves.
'Come on,' he said hopelessly, gesturing around the lake. 'It's fecking cold out. We'll light a fire or something, I dunno.'
Stumbling around the shore, Seth found a willow tree and dropped under it, motioning for Lily to follow. He didn't quite know what to do next, but something told him he couldn't just leave her outside when she was obviously upset. It was the very same something that brought on jealousy when Oione met a new bloke. He wouldn't leave her outside.
'Why were you drinking?' asked Seth hesitantly, fiddling with the grass. Oione asked him that one all the time.
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Post by marie on Jul 31, 2006 22:03:28 GMT -5
Ugh. The sound of her vomit hitting the surface of the lake disgusted Lily greatly. Odd, huh? Never had she thought she would get drunk...ever. So it came to her as a bigger shock than probably to Seth. Hearing his words, a small smile played along her lips after she had taken the hankerchief.
"Thanks Seth." She said, fixing her robes since they were slightly lopsided and then following him, sitting underneath the tree. After hearing his words once more, she sighed deeply, running her fingers through her hair. She wasn't quite sure how to answer that one but she had better take her best to try. This was Seth after all, a boy she had fancied for ages but was not allowed to even really talk to.
"I was drinking because..." Her voice trailed off as she gathered her courage and took a deep breath. Having courage is for Gryffindors, a voice in her head said. She mentally shushed it. "Because my life is going horribly wrong. I was thinking about my Dad and I start to get depressed and then I thought about..." Her voice trailed off again. She couldn't tell him, could she? She couldn't tell him how she truely felt, could she? Well, you'd better try and see, the voice said. So, for once, she listened to the annoying voice. "You. I was thinking about you because I fancy you and I'm not supposed to. I'm supposed to hate you with every fiber of my being, but I don't." She said softly, though loud enough for him to hear. She waited with bated breath. Here's where he tells you he hates you and thinks of as only an enemy and then walks away, she thought miserably.
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Post by Seth Silver on Jul 31, 2006 22:39:06 GMT -5
Seth froze. That had not been what he was expecting. Not in the least. He choked, and the choke turned into a coughing fit. Lily Potter? Her mother hated him, that Seth knew. Her family loathed him. Her father would have skewered him for even speaking with her. He was a horrible Slytherin. Undesirable, even. Or, so he thought.
'Look, I,' he spluttered, wiping his brow. 'I . . . your family . . . you really fancy me?'
Pale and caught by surprise, Seth leaned back against the tree, chewing furiously on his bottom lip. He wasn't used to girls telling him they fancied him. Maybe 'despised' or 'hated with a passion', but never fancied. He didn't know how to handle this. Should he be sarcastic? Something told him otherwise. It was not in him to be kind or understanding under circumstances such as these. But, he could never tell her he fancied her. There were too many things to worry about. Th Knights, for one. Seth had no doubt that the Knights of Walpurgis would not be sympathetic to a plea of raging hormones if they discovered anything between him and Harry Potter's daughter. Not to mention Augustus, and the mater, and Oione. What would Oione say? His heart sped up a bit more, racing in his chest.
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Post by marie on Jul 31, 2006 22:57:21 GMT -5
Seeing him freeze made Lily's eyes widened slightly. Maybe he didn't fancy her? Maybe he just thought she was a weirdo who only fancied the weirdest of guys. If he thought that though then he'd be insulting himself. She sighed and shrugged. Though hearing his question made her freeze and stare at him.
"Yes, I do." She repeated a bit more firmly than before. No stuttered. She was proud of herself to say the least. She hadn;t stuttered in front of some bloke she had fancied for ages. "And y-you don't fancy me, do you?" She asked fearfully, fearing the worst. She was preparing to run up to her dorm and just go to bed, maybe even cry herself to sleep like she did every night basically.
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Post by Seth Silver on Jul 31, 2006 23:22:52 GMT -5
'I don't,' said Seth evenly, swallowing. He looked her in the eye, mentally cursing himself for turning down a beautiful girl. For Seth's sake, it had to be done. Augustus would murder him if he found out, if the Knights didn't get to him first. Seth couldn't afford yet another mark on his already horribly splotched record. He was a bastard. There was no room for mistakes.
'I really don't fancy you. I mean, you're a Gryffindor's daughtr, and I --- let's be honest. Had you not been drunk and crying, and had I anything better to do, I wouldn't be her right now. I've never felt that --- I can't fancy you, really.'
He shrugged, pulling his knees to his chest. Why was it always him that was given the difficult choiced? He didn't need this to add on to his already long list of things to worry about. This was not a priority, nor should it ever be.
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Post by marie on Jul 31, 2006 23:45:37 GMT -5
Lily sat there, frozen. Her eyes were wide and the only feelings distinguishable upon her face were pain and hurt. He turned her down. She had been right. She was such an idiot. Actually thinking that a guy like that would ever in a bajillion years would ever fancy her, a Potter and Ravenclaw. How could she have been so stupid? She sighed deeply and looked up at him, watching him draw his knees into his chest and just kind of stare into space.
"You can't or you won't?" She asked fearfully once more, unshed tears shining in her emerald green orbs as they locked eyes. She kept her gaze trained on his, not wanting to miss anything for actions were louder than words, or so her Mum told her. She waited with baited breath once more, once more preparing for the worst. Once he didn't answer right away, she glanced at him and sighed. "Well, I uh, guess I'll see ya around." She muttered before she went to stand up and walk away before she heard a voice and felt a hand on her forearm, preventing her from going any further.
((Sorry for that bit of god-moding.))
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Post by Seth Silver on Jul 31, 2006 23:58:26 GMT -5
'I won't,' Seth hissed, his eyes hard. He had never really liked redheads anyway, right? 'I'm not stupid, Ravenclaw.'
Ah, but wouldn't Oione have begged to differ? For reasons unknown to Seth, she always seemed keen on bringing out the idiot in him. Or, she was always around when he was being an idiot, which wasn't very rare. He shook the thoughts from his head, glaring at Lily. She was making ir difficult, the idiot. Why did she have to be so . . . sensitive? A proper Slytherin girl would have stalked away after saying something really clever, plotting for revenge. Why was Potter --- a Ravenclaw --- being such an idiot?
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Post by marie on Aug 1, 2006 0:11:27 GMT -5
Lily just stared at you. "I don't believe you. I can see your lying in your eyes." She said angrily, though her voice was soft but yet also dangerously calm, as if she was trying to control her temper. And she really was. She was furious. Here she is, telling the first boy she's ever fancied her feelings for him and he just blows her off, telling her that he won't fancy her. That he's basically refusing to fancy her. Does he really care what other people think of him? Frankly, she could care less. She hated it when people crumbled beneath people's lies and just cared what they thought. Why couldn't they just not really care to be different? She sighed deeply and shrugged to herself.
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Post by Seth Silver on Aug 1, 2006 0:22:32 GMT -5
Seth, feeling uncomfortable, blinked, but didn't break the gaze. That would be weakness. 'Sod off, Potter,' he said curtly, rising to his feet. At nearly six feet, Seth looked rather intimidating, silhouetted in the darkness, still clutching his wand like a life line. 'You know, I reakky am beginning to wonder about the reliablity of the Sorting Hat,' he began sneeringly, glaring down his nose at her. 'That's twice now it placed a girl into a decent house when she ought to have been a Hufflepuff.' A brief image of Oione flashed across his mind, and he felt guilty for even entertaining the notion of fancying Lily Potter.
'I'd apologise, naturally, if I was sorry, but seing as I am not . . . ' he paused, allowing his eyes to flicker over her for a moment. She really was pretty, for a red-headed, Hufflepuff, Potter. 'Sod off.'
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Post by marie on Aug 1, 2006 0:31:14 GMT -5
Lily just stared at him, glaring. How dare he? How dare he tell her to sod off! She should be the one who should be telling him to sod off. He was the one who came over to her. She said nothing though and just crossed her arms over her chest as he stood up, six feet of broad muscle. She continued to glare, her eyes narrowed and flashing. She listened to his words and continued to say nothing, though as she heard his last words, she rolled her eyes.
"Fine." She said, standing up and storming away. He was so annoying. But yet she couldn't help but fancy him. She scoffed and scowled. She shouldn't fancy him. He was nothing more than an arrogant toe-rag anyway. She immediately regretted this thought though for she didn't think he was that bad. She knew that no matter what, she'd always fancy him.
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