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| Cameron Rourke | Aug 1 2009, 04:24 AM Post #11 |
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Really, if one thought about it, the situation had all the makings of a very bizarre dream. And if it had been anyone other than Silas – anyone else – Cam probably would have been convinced that it was just that. But it was Silas. Therefore, he knew better. The banging continued incessantly. Vivian had sidled away from him at some point while he was too occupied sending Silas the ‘what-in-the-sodding-fuck?’ stare; a fact he really only became aware of when the space she’d left vacant was suddenly filled by Bella. A very… handsy… Bella. Not that he minded, but you couldn’t blame him for his slightly bewildered reaction to her out-of-bloody-nowhere leap from red-faced rage to pre-marital, lovey-dovey bliss. The atmosphere was confusing and hectic enough for him to have absolutely no bloody idea what brought the change in personality on. Sure, they’d talked about keeping up the “act,” as they’d called it, but even he thought the sugary smile she was sending Vivian was a bit much. Fuck, he was getting a cavity just looking at it. “I thought I knew everyone in this school, but I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure,” she said, her voice syrupy as she all but melded herself to his side. Cam arched an inquisitive brow at her, trying to covertly catch her stare, but her eyes were fixed solely on the tiny Ravenclaw trying to blend in with the shelves. “I'm Bella,” she introduced herself sweetly, “and this handsome bloke is my fiancé Cam." Finally her stare lifted to his. His, which very clearly exhibited quite a great deal of the puzzlement currently swirling inside him. Only, he didn’t exactly have much time to convey it, since the next moments were filled by the unparalleled caterwauling screech that was the angry voice of Silas’ sister. "I HOPE LACHLAN TEARS YOUR SODDING HEAD OFF!" – BANG! – "YOU HAVE TO COME OUT SOMETIME, YOU FOUL GIT!" Good God, the girl had a set of lungs. Thankfully, the howling stopped after that last, rather ominous statement. His ears couldn’t help but revel in the silence that ensued, taking the lack of sound as a very good sign. Maybe she’d finally given up. "I suppose that she doesn't like my method of protecting her virtue," Silas said finally, grinning like the horse’s arse he was. Cam was not amused by his antics. A few months from now, sure, it would make a hilarious story. He might even tell it at parties. But at the moment, all he was really able to focus on was how uncomfortable being pressed into a very small space with three other people was, and how no immediate solution to this troubling predicament was presenting itself. “Are you ever going to bloody learn?” was all he could think to respond with. Rhetorically, of course. The answer was unnecessary. He took a moment to thank Merlin that he didn’t have any sisters. And he still didn’t know what Vivian was doing here. The thought popped up yet again as he watched Silas shuffle his way to her side and begin to speak to her in a very hushed tone. He frowned slightly as it occurred to him that it was her presence that was the strangest and potentially most troubling aspect of the situation thus far. Because he certainly hadn’t forgotten their little encounter in the library. Nor, unfortunately, the inappropriate and highly inconvenient spark of interest she had ignited within him. He continued to watch the quiet exchange between her and Silas in silence, and barely realized it when he opened his mouth and spoke. It had come that involuntarily. “I wasn’t aware you two knew each other,” he observed mildly, curiosity driving him. “Small world.” And right now, in this godforsaken excuse for broom storage? Small world was right. And an understatement. Bloody hell. |
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| Daniela Crewe | Aug 1 2009, 11:54 AM Post #12 |
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Immediately after attempting to sink into the wall, Bella took the opportunity to throw herself into Cam’s arms in the exact spot that Dani had occupied moments before. An uncharacteristic spike of jealousy, coupled with dismay sparked within her, causing her to dutifully avert her eyes. She told herself she was just giving the couple privacy. It had nothing to do with the fact that watching them together made her sick to her stomach. Bella was apparently having none of it. "I thought I knew everyone in this school, but I don't think we've had the pleasure,” she said in a sweet voice that made Dani’s teeth ache. Her eyes reluctantly returned to stare warily at the Slytherin girl, completely failing to notice the perplexed expression on Cam’s face. If she angled her head in a certain way, the shadows nearly hid the intimate hold they had on each other. The flirty smile she was sending Cam was another matter. She didn’t think she particularly liked the other, undoubtedly pretty girl that much. “I'm Bella and this handsome bloke is my fiancé, Cam.” Dani had no time to respond, not that this was disappointing in the least. “I HOPE LACHLAN TEARS YOUR SODDING HEAD OFF!” the infuriated feminine voice sounded from behind the closed door, causing Dani, whose attention had been diverted, to flinch. “YOU HAVE TO COME OUT SOMETIME, YOU FOUL GIT!” Green eyes wide with guarded curiosity, Dani glanced over at the boy named Silas, the one whose head was going to be torn off the moment he stepped out of the closet. If he ever did. Dani wasn’t entirely sure they’d ever get out. A sorry way to go, if ever there was one. Thankfully, the girl (his sister, Dani assumed) had decided to move on, allowing an unnatural silence to fall on the cupboard, especially thick after all the raucous the enraged girl had caused before. “I suppose that she doesn’t like my method of protecting her virtue,” Silas intoned, winking obnoxiously at Cam. She could have snorted and rolled her eyes had she not felt so entirely out of place. Here she was, the lone Ravenclaw in a pit of snakes, who, of course, all knew each other. And Dani? Apart from two brief, wholly embarrassing encounters, she was acquainted with none of them. It didn’t matter much anyway. Bella had the same reaction as Dani, only she didn’t hold back. “Are you ever going to bloody learn?” Cam’s exasperated voice caught her attention, and she found her eyes unconsciously seeking out his own. Before she had a chance to lock gazes, Silas, for once doing something helpful, sidled his way to her side. For a moment, Dani envisioned a sheepish puppy coming back to charm his way out of a punishment. Except, puppies didn’t tower over people when they stretched themselves to their full heights. Nor did Dani shrink away slightly, for she had effectively backed herself into a corner, away from harmless dogs. The already fraying image collapsed entirely as soon as he opened his mouth. “Maybe you should tell them we’re not shagging… they seem pretty pissed that you’re cheating on them.” “Excuse me!” she exclaimed, her voice loud to her own ears, though she doubted it was more than a whisper. She leveled an astonished, horrified look at him. “Shagging… cheating?” she repeated, staring at him as though he were mad. Perhaps he was. She had absolutely no bloody idea what he was accusing her about. Her life was entirely too dull to involve love triangles. Cheating, indeed. So caught up was she in her confusion and outrage, Dani didn’t realize the couple was watching them until Cam’s voice, once again, broke through her thoughts. “I wasn’t aware you two knew each other,” he commented evenly, causing Dani’s gaze to swivel around in alarm. Bella was looking at her as if there was something unpleasant under her nose, while Cam’s expression seemed almost disapproving. “Small world.” “We don’t!” she found herself disagreeing quickly, perhaps a bit too defensively judging by the startled, disbelieving expressions that transformed the three student’s faces. An uncomfortable blush stained her pale cheeks. “Well, yes, we sort of do,” she conceded in a smaller voice, a botched effort at relaying the truth. “Barely,” she added meekly, turning her eyes to the floor. Her cheeks burned as she wished for nothing more than to be able to melt through the ground. |
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| Silas Matthews | Aug 2 2009, 11:30 PM Post #13 |
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There he was, being nice and thinking of others, doing his civic duty or whatever. And then the little tart was screaming in his ear. Or, at his chest, because she was rather short in comparison to his tall stature. "Excuse me!" And then her voice grew quieter, like she had momentarily forgotten that she was awkward and weird. "Shagging? Cheating?" Just as he was going to wave his white flag and apologize for interfering in their triad love secret, Cam's voice interrupted. An even, odd tone that he had never heard his friend use. "I wasn't aware that you two knew each other." Silas scrunched his eyes and nodded. He supposed that, yes, they did know each other... even though he hadn't a clue what the girl's name was. He realized after a moment that Cameron's gaze had left him and he was now staring blatenly at the tiny chit. Silas stopped nodding like an idiot. "Small world." It was a small world. A small fucking broom closet too. Silas reached up with his long fingers and loosened his tie. "We don't!" Oh, they didn't, of course. Silas let his curious gaze travel down to look at the girl whose voice seemed to rise and fall more than a bride's nighty. He raised his eyebrows. "Well, yes, we sort of do. Barely." And then she was blushing and Silas wondered if he had forgetten if they had shagged in that corner. What girl blushes that deep when she's not... oh, right, he had interrupted some raunchy fantasy that the three were fulfilling. Of course she was blushing. Silas's head snapped up and he ignored the minor rush of dizziness that he felt. He didn't want Cam and Bella to get the wrong impression. He's never try to take her from them, if that was their thing. Really, the little girl wasn't his type. She was weird. He did have a strange softspot for her already... he wanted to protect her from the claws that Bella seemed to be sprouting. Figuratively, of course. He put up his hands and in his best soft, soothing voice, he assured them, "Look, you two are my best mates around here and you should know that I haven't.... I mean, we haven't." He gestured with his hands in an overexaggerated way between him and the girl beside him. "She's not sleeping with me. I haven't even tried. She's all yours. Really." He understood Cam's open, O-shaped mouth and Bella's narrowed eyes as their disbelief that he was telling the truth. They seemed to only partially believe him anyway. But, Silas felt the need to really make sure that they knew there was nothing between him and... whatever her name was. "I'm sorry that when I dragged her in here you got the wrong impression," he said very sincerely to Bella who had flipped her lid at the thought of them shagging and turned his face to Cam. "And if I made you jealous about how we know each other, just, you know, you should know that we met in a shadowy corner the night you two were fighting in the corridor." Whoops. Silas smiled sheepishly and turned his head to look at the broken broom closet door. Damn. He wished his sister would come back and behead him. That might be less awkward for everyone. Edited by Silas Matthews, Aug 2 2009, 11:34 PM.
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| Isabella Turcotte | Aug 3 2009, 02:36 AM Post #14 |
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“Excuse me!” The tiny Ravenclaw screeched. Wellm she did have a voice, Bella thought somewhat unkindly, a rather loud one at that. “Shagging… cheating?” The interaction between Silas and the girl only confirmed Bella's suspicion about the petite girl. She and Silas had some tawdry affair going on and he'd obviously found out about another fling she had going on the side. Bella wrinkled her nose in distaste at the girl's loose morals. It was shamefully, really. She wasn't the biggest Silas fan in the world but even he deserved better than that. “I wasn’t aware you two knew each other,” Bella's attention was pulled from the little harlot by the sound of Cam's voice. There was something off in his tone. Lifting her puzzled eyes to his features as she tried to figure out what was colouring his words. It wasn't quite anger, but something more than disapproval. “Small world.” he continued. Jealousy? Oh, this could be bad. Would he really risk their future, their lives, for, well, whatever his interest was in this girl? Maybe it was selfish of her but she couldn't help but think that it wasn't only his future that he had to worry about. Their lives were undeniably intertwined. They had been for over a year. First, with their engagement and even more so now that their plans had been agreed upon. A twinge of irritation washed over her. She would not let her future go without a fight. Not after a long year of hopelessness. Not when it was almost within her grasp. She wondered fleetingly if she were strong enough to cast an Imperius curse on Cam long enough to have him tell the troublesome tart off or something to be rid of her. Sure he'd be furious at her, but would he be angry enough to throw his life away? Then before she could dwell on things for too long, it happened. Of course, it was Silas who had to do start it off. Complete insanity. He turned to them with a look of reassurance. Bella's eyes narrowed instinctively before he could even speak. "Look, you two are my best mates around here and you should know that I haven't.... I mean, we haven't." He gestured with his hands in an overexaggerated way between him and the girl beside him. "She's not sleeping with me. I haven't even tried. She's all yours. Really." Bella blinked. "I'm sorry that when I dragged her in here you got the wrong impression," He said directly to her in a sincere tone, which only confused her more. Then he turned his apologetic gaze to Cam, "And if I made you jealous about how we know each other, just, you know, you should know that we met in a shadowy corner the night you two were fighting in the corridor." She looked at Cam and oddly relieved to see her bewilderment was echoed on his face. What the bloody hell was Silas on about? "What the bloody hell are you on about?" She found her voice finally, though it was filled with complete puzzlement. Then like a switch being flipped on, a sudden rush of realization washed over her followed immediately by a strong combination of disgust and an almost blinding anger. "We're not... She's not...You..." She sputtered indignantly."You foul, filthy minded cretin." She pulled away from Cam and moved across the small space to where Silas was now looking at the door. She grabbed his arm and tugged on him to turn him back to face her. Her cheeks were flushed bright red from the rage and embarrassment. She stood toe to toe with the cretin in question. He towered over her but she refused to back down. She was outraged at such a thought. She was not some tramp who collected sexual partners like Famous Wizards cards. "There are so many things wrong with your little speech that it's hard to know where to start!" Her words coming out in a slightly shrill tone. "Lets try with your asinine assumption that we are .... involved with her." Even as the words came out of her mouth, she found it difficult to believe that anyone of sane mind could even come up with something so ridiculous. "I think it may be time to give up your subscription to Naughty Witch Weekly, Silas, you are starting to confuse fiction for reality." She turned her attention to Cameron. "At least I know I'm not involved with her. Anything you want to share, Cameron." She asked coldly, "You certainly didn't waste any time wrapping your arms around her." Turning her dark stare to the girl who seemed to be in the center of this mess. "Do you even have a name?" |
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| Cameron Rourke | Aug 6 2009, 02:04 PM Post #15 |
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“We don’t!” All eyes, including Cam’s, flew to the small Ravenclaw at her dissenting and suspiciously sudden outburst. Doubt immediately filled him, coloring his stare and etching its way across his features as he looked at her. At both of them. Surely they knew each other somehow. It made no bloody sense. “Well, yes, we sort of do,” she meekly corrected, another blush tinging her cheeks a deep pink. “Barely.” Before he could inquire what exactly “barely” meant or ask the slightly more ill-advised question “did you fall on him too?," Silas was raising his hands towards Cam and Bella placatingly, quickly jumping in. “Look, you two are my best mates around here and you should know that I haven't.... I mean, we haven't." His hands gesticulated wildly, indicating the space between them. "She's not sleeping with me. I haven't even tried. She's all yours. Really." Nothing could have prepared Cam for that. Honestly, nothing. He’d never been rendered so thoroughly speechless in his entire life. "I'm sorry that when I dragged her in here you got the wrong impression," Silas told Bella quite genuinely before he turned to address Cam. "And if I made you jealous about how we know each other, just, you know, you should know that we met in a shadowy corner the night you two were fighting in the corridor." He stared blankly at his friend’s awkward attempt at a smile, still reeling as he waited for his mouth to catch up to his brain. Bella beat him to it. "What the bloody hell are you on about?" Well, clearly he’d been smoking something. Or maybe Saoirse had managed to hit him with a Confundus charm when she’d been chasing him. It was the only way Cam was willing to accept Silas actually thinking that… oh God. Like this wasn’t bloody awkward enough! Upon realizing what it was Silas had meant, Bella’s expression very quickly evolved. She could barely get the words out in her sudden and nearly incapacitating fury. "We're not... She's not...You... You foul, filthy minded cretin." Like a shot, she surged at the tall, dark-haired boy, red-faced and angrier than Cam had ever remembered seeing her. Bella was small, but her temper was a force to be reckoned with. Cam knew that better than anyone. Silas just might be about to receive his last rites. "There are so many things wrong with your little speech that it's hard to know where to start!" she nearly shrieked, hands balling into fists at her sides. "Let’s try with your asinine assumption that we are .... involved with her. I think it may be time to give up your subscription to Naughty Witch Weekly, Silas, you are starting to confuse fiction for reality." And before Cam knew what was happening, her coldly enraged gaze swiveled on him. "At least I know I'm not involved with her. Anything you want to share, Cameron." A sculpted brow rose infinitesimally. “You certainly didn't waste any time wrapping your arms around her." Cam felt his jaw unhinge as the situation quickly spiraled out of control. His brows knitted together, and it took a moment to regain enough composure to actually speak. “Me?” he blurted, the only intelligent response he could muster. At first, anyway. After that initial expostulation, it was suddenly very easy to express himself. “He’s the one who started all this!” A finger was pointed sharply in Silas’ direction. It felt juvenile even to him, and Cam realized that part of the reason why he may have been so quick to blame Silas was because Bella might have hit a little too close to a truth even he didn’t want to recognize. Denial was easier. Frustrated with just about everyone and everything involved in this debacle, Cam grit his teeth and tried to do what he could to amend all this. “Bella, come on, it’s not like that,” he pressed again. “We met once, in the bloody library, of all places, I’m not… involved with her.” He sent Silas a sharp glare. If Saoirse didn’t end up killing him, Cam might. The last thing he needed right now was a rift between him and Bella. Not with graduation so close. Things had turned so absurd so quickly, he’d all but forgotten that the person around whom it was centered was still cowering in the corner. Only when Bella turned her challenging gaze in the Ravenclaw’s direction and addressed her did Cam remember. "Do you even have a name?" she asked coolly. There was no way this was going to end well. |
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| Daniela Crewe | Aug 6 2009, 06:43 PM Post #16 |
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Dani had come to the conclusion that she would not leave this cupboard without either losing her life or her dignity in the process. When Silas decided to speak in a way that seemed like he was trying to alleviate the tension, Dani hoped it would be the former. “Look, you two are my best mates around here and you should know that I haven’t… I mean, we haven’t.” Dani’s gaze flew to his face sharply, anxiety creasing her brow and turning the corners of her lips downwards as she barely avoided a swipe to the head from his overstated gestures. He had started out strong, but now she had the terrible feeling that the shit was going to hit the fan. “She’s not sleeping with me,” he assured, forcing a surprised cough from Dani as her face immediately drained of all color, giving her a pasty, ethereal tint. This audacious statement apparently wasn’t enough for the large boy, who seemed to feel the need to elaborate in case the couple still had suspicions. “I haven’t even tried. She’s all yours. Really.” Horrified, Dani could do little more than stare at him, green eyes wide with embarrassment, trim body stiff with outrage. Her eyebrows had come together in confusion at his ending words, puzzlement that did not take her long to solve. Already her stomach was starting to churn queasily while an appalled look had begun to dominate her bloodless features. And then, the unthinkable occurred. “I’m sorry that when I dragged her in here you got the wrong impression. And if I made you jealous about how we know each other, just, you know, you should know that we met in a shadowy corner the night you two were fighting in the corridor.” The sincere words lingered in the air for a moment, taking their time sinking into the paralyzed girl. When they did, she felt as though a broom had hurtled into her chest, knocking the wind from her. She collapsed against the wall, one hand flying up to clutch at her chest. The cupboard seemed to spin slightly and the next few moments seemed as though they were only a dream, a nightmare really. The air was filled with that surreal sense of abandonment, one that she would have believed if it were not for the very real pain of revelation. Thanks to Silas, they knew. The dark-haired boys’ sheepish smile, Cam’s blank expression, Bella’s narrowed eyes all seemed millions of miles away as Dani sank into her own self-despair. Honestly, could this day get any worse? And then it did. “What the bloody hell are you on about?” Bella suddenly asked in bewilderment. Dani was already trying to press herself as far back into the wall as possible, recognizing the moment understanding dawned on her pretty features, and knowing it could only bring disaster. Bella did not disappoint. “We’re not… She’s not… You… You foul, filthy minded cretin.” She rushed forward, enraged, grabbing the “filthy minded cretin” by his foul arm and forcing him to look at her crimson face. Despite the fact that Silas towered over her, Bella’s fury appeared to lessen the height between them. Dani shimmied herself away from the incensed girl. “There are so many things wrong with your little speech that it’s hard to know where to start! Lets try with your asinine assumption that we are… involved with her.” Dani flinched at the scornful accentuation, hurt filling her wide emerald eyes and making her have to drop her gaze to the floor. “I think it may be time to give up your subscription to Naughty Witch Weekly, Silas, you are starting to confuse fiction for reality,” she concluded snidely. Dani stiffened, assuming she would be the next one Bella pinpointed, but instead, the girl turned towards Cam. “At least I know I’m not involved with her. Anything you want to share, Cameron.” The words were so cold, they raised goosebumps on Dani’s arms. “You certainly didn’t waste any time wrapping your arms around her.” Dani kept her head down, unwilling to witness the rapidly changing expressions on the other three teen’s faces. Listening to the spiteful words were enough. “Me? He’s the one who started all this!” Dani glanced up at Silas briefly before quickly dropping her stare once more. “Bella, come on, it’s not like that. We met once, in the bloody library, of all places, I’m not… involved with her.” Dani hugged her arms about her middle miserably, eyes much more sorrowful than they normally looked as she raised them slowly just in time to see the others attentions move towards her. “I’m not involved with anyone,” she confirmed quietly. They were all a bunch of jerks, she decided, wounded. They had all just reminded her why she wove her way through the crowded corridors of Hogwarts, only ever an invisible presence. Why make the effort to get to know people when they all turned out to be like this? She knew this wasn’t true, knew that if Rebecca had been there, she would have stuck loyally to Dani’s side, raising as much hell against the Slytherin’s as they did against her, just as true friends were supposed to do. But she wasn’t, and Dani wasn’t her, and she had been left very much alone in a school full of bitter, condescending fools. And now the anger was rising in an overflowing tide inside her, causing the green of her irises to darken. “Do you even have a name?” Bella questioned her contemptuously. “Da—” Dani started lowly, cutting herself off just in time. For a split second, a defiant look crossed her dejected face as she reveled in the thought of just not answering the snobby girl. That was before she remembered that she had given Cam the wrong name before, before she remembered that here, she was not Daniela Crewe. “Vivian Levitt,” she amended. It was not the huge outburst that she wished she had the nerve to do, nor was it giving the rude students what they deserved, but only Dani knew why her lips had twitched smugly, why her chin had risen infinitesimally. And for now, that would do. |
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| Silas Matthews | Aug 7 2009, 02:30 PM Post #17 |
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"You foul, filthy minded cretin." She had called him - rather undeserved, if Silas said so himself. Everything in the span of five minutes had gone from bad to worse to apocalypse. Silas's eyes steadily grew wider. Bella had grabbed him, tried to pull his arm out of his socket and yelled at him. Well, whatever the hell was wrong with her was just unjustified and stupid. Hmph. He was just trying to be open and honest with everyone. What was wrong with them? They shouldn't be so embarrassed. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off. Her bright red face twisted into an even more pissed off scowl. Her words were high pitched. "There are so many things wrong with your little speech that it's hard to know where to start! Lets try with your asinine assumption that we are .... involved with her." For a moment, he felt bad for his assumption. Silas's eyes dropped to the shrinking girl next to him, and for a moment, he felt bad for her. What a way to be let down. She seemed to scuttle back even further into the wall. Maybe she had some sort of dungeon-wall fetish. Before he could linger too long on that arousing thought, Bella's grip tightened around his arm. She was pinching skin. It hurt. "I think it may be time to give up your subscription to Naughty Witch Weekly, Silas, you are starting to confuse fiction for reality." Silas glanced back to Bella and frowned, muttering a very quiet, "Wicked Witches. Naughty Witch Weekly is for perverts." She paid him no attention and the heat was then turned on Cam. Oh, Cam was going to murder him in his sleep later. Fuck. "At least I know I'm not involved with her. Anything you want to share, Cameron." She asked coldly, "You certainly didn't waste any time wrapping your arms around her." If the situation hadn't been so serious, Silas would have laughed his arse off. The confunded expression on his mate's face caused Silas's lips to twitch upward in amusement. But, that was quickly wiped away. It was like psychotic mood swing central in the broom closet. Silas felt like an older witch that had to go through the change of life. Was it getting hotter in there? "Me? He's the one who started all this!" And Cam's finger was pointing directly at his chest as he threw the attention of the room back to Silas. Sonofabitch. And now he was receiving the Avada Kedavra of glares. Cam was going to kill him. Murder him. Dead. “Bella, come on, it’s not like that. We met once, in the bloody library, of all places, I’m not… involved with her.” So, no one was involved with the little girl? Silas blinked rapidly and swatted Bella's hand off of his arm. He was going to have welts. But he supposed that wouldn't matter until he could feel his arm again. He looked back to his side and tried to offer the girl a smile, but she was staring at the floor. "I'm not seeing anyone," the girl said to the cement below her. He felt a tingle in his arm as he raised it to pat her on the shoulder, but stopped himself. Pins and needles. Bloody painful to get circulation going again. He wasn't even sure if anyone else had heard her... Bella had swooped in quickly with her nasty tone. "Do you even have a name?" She must be completely livid and jealous. Poor girl. His eyes perused her face and then, whoops, dipped down to her curves like he did so often when no one was looking. Silas could just tell how much she loved Cam. Except, it wasn't love. He wondered when she would realize that she and Cam would be better without each other... they had nothing in common. Well, not until they had the little invisible girl in common. But then, Bella and Cam stole that away from themselves... So they had nothing in common anymore. It was a shame really. They were both excellent mates. And Bella was hot, except when she was this pissed off. She was scary. And a little hot. Hmm. He slowly dragged his eyes away from Bella's body and spared Cam a look, before all eyes were back on the awkward-in-human-form at his side. Well, it was only fair that he would know her name now that she knew his. All mystery would be lost. There would be no more "skinny girl", "little girl", "bean pole" remarks in his head when he thought of her. Not that it was often. But, so sad was the thought that he would lose something that was still fun in life, Silas raised his hands and clapped them over his ears. He didn't want to hear her name. Nope, he didn't want to know. He slammed his eyes closed and quietly "la-la-la"-ed to himself so that he drowned out her monotonous and quiet tones and lost his ability to read her lips. When he finally allowed his sense to come back to him, he was grinning down at the little bean pole. She looked happier, arrogant even. Maybe she liked her name a lot. Damn. And he missed it. Or, maybe she said something mean about him while he couldn't hear. Silas gasped. Maybe she had figured out his little problem and had told the whole closet full of people about it. Oh shit. Nervous waves slammed his body, rolled through his blood and caused his hands to shake. He glared at Dani and ground his teeth together. "How did you find out?" His eyes darted around to all the other faces, he couldn't make out their expressions. The lighting was too dim. Or, he was suffering from tunnel vision. Something was... was that someone's voice outside the closet again? Maybe he could ram himself at the door and break it down. When he realized that an act such as that would probably only knock him unconscious, Silas sagged against the wall and fell to his arse. His knees were almost even with his chin and he rested his elbows on them, while covering his face with his hands. "I'm not the only one in here with that problem, you know," he said defiantly. "I know for a fact that Cam can't straighten his out, either..." He snapped his mouth shut. What men had problems with was their own business. No one had to know how awful the lineage of a Pureblood family could be. Forcing marriage, forcing decisions. All for the damned Greater Good. Silas didn't realize, however, how awful his statement sounded. He just closed his eyes and let his head fall - very painfully - against the wall. |
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| Isabella Turcotte | Aug 7 2009, 04:47 PM Post #18 |
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“Me? He’s the one who started all this!” Cam's indignant voice filled the small space as he raised a finger to indicate his dirty minded friend. Apparently, Cam was five years old again. Bella scoffed as she folded her arms over her chest. “Bella, come on, it’s not like that, We met once, in the bloody library, of all places, I’m not… involved with her.” She knew he was trying to smooth things over. It wasn't working, she was in no mood to be placated. Eventually, they'd be fine but right now she was pissed and he was as good a target as anyone. Besides, graduation wasn't far off and she knew that they really couldn't afford any animosity between them. They were going to need to be able to trust each other. And she did trust him ... for the most part, but the unease that laced his tone earlier could lead to nothing but trouble. Her freedom and his were threatened with those few notes of jealousy. "Illicit trysts in the library? Nice to know you are taking your studies so seriously, Cameron." She muttered irritably, her temper slowly beginning to simmer down. "I'm not involved with anyone." The Ravenclaw's dejected words were in stark contrast to Bella's own annoyed tone, but in the tiny space it was loud enough. Bella's eyes moved over the girl's slight frame. Her arms were wrapped around herself in a protective fashion. Her face a mask of misery. If Bella wasn't so caught up in her own annoyance, she may have felt sorry for the girl. “Da—Vivian Levitt,” A smug smirk lifted the corners of the girls mouth the tiniest bit, her large eyes sparked with a hint of defiance. All of which would have been somewhat impressive for the little wallflower in a tiny room full of big bad Slytherins, if it had not been for Silas' inexplicable need to clap his hands over his ears and start singing (and she used that term loosely to describe the horribly off key la-la-la's that erupted from him). Despite, Silas' odd musical number, Bella kept her bright brown eyes on 'Vivian'. As she told Vivian earlier, Bella knew almost everyone in this school. She made a point of getting to know people. People like Vivian Levitt, the quiet Ravenclaw who Bella had been partnered with for one assignment in Defense against the Dark Arts last term. A dark but thoughtful look flickered through her eyes as a cold smile slid onto her features. "Levitt... Levitt... where do I know that name?" She paused before brightening falsely, "You must be Tristan Levitt's daughter! My father is an old school chum of his. It's remarkable that we've never met before now, seeing how close they once were." Avery Turcotte had, in fact never mentioned anyone named Levitt as far as Bella knew, but if 'Vivian' could lie, why couldn't she? Besides it would be interesting to see how far the girl would carry things. Before she could say another word, her train of thought was once again interrupted by the panicked face of the dark haired Slytherin who seemed be completely adept at making an already unbearable situation even more awkward. Bella made no effort to hide the exasperated expression that crossed her face. She was still pissed at the insinuations he'd made only moments before. "How did you find out?" His dark eyes looked to each of his fellow captives before he slumped against the wall and slid to the floor. His body language was that of complete despondency. Bella was a little shocked, she'd never seen anything like this from him. He was always the cocky prat, but now he was the poster child of utter hopelessness. A sudden urge to go comfort him swept, inexplicably, over her. She took a half step in his direction before stopping herself. She was still angry with him, she reminded herself forcibly. "I'm not the only one in here with that problem, you know," he said defiantly. "I know for a fact that Cam can't straighten his out, either..." A burst of highly amused giggles burst from her before she could stop it. She clapped both hands over her mouth to stifle the laughter. After several deep breaths, she turned her eyes to Cam, who had a blank look on his face. That in itself started another fit of giggles to wash over her. With great effort, she managed to get control of herself. "Don't worry, boys, I've heard that it happens to most guys at some point." She said with a trembling voice as she maintained a very tenuous grasp on her giggles. |
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| Cameron Rourke | Aug 13 2009, 04:59 PM Post #19 |
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Even though the situation was beyond exasperating and quickly turning into a mess of gigantic proportions, Cam found his impatience and frustration fading into near nonexistence once he settled his gaze on Vivian. Suddenly, there was no room for anything other than sympathy (and perhaps a slight stirring of guilt) at the sight of her shrinking back into the corner under everyone’s expectant stares. She looked small and lost and intimidated, and he realized that if he knew Silas at all she was here through no fault of her own. And speaking of Silas, the nutter had inexplicably thrown his hands over his ears and was la-la-la-ing with his eyes closed. That Confunded theory was growing easier to believe by the minute. “Da—” The Ravenclaw’s quiet voice starting only to stop again just as quickly brought Cam’s gaze swiveling back to her. The false start was odd, but it was easy to forget when she appeared to change before his eyes. A bold look crossed the girl’s expression, and for a moment her shoulders seemed to straighten, chin lifting in a motion that rang of newfound confidence. “Vivian Levitt,” she answered, still quiet, but stronger somehow. Bella didn’t respond immediately. When Cam turned to glance at her again he noticed immediately how strange the look on her face was. Focused and calculating. Any of the annoyance she’d been displaying before faded slowly as a thin-lipped smile graced her features. "Levitt... Levitt... where do I know that name?" she mused aloud. After a beat, dawning recognition brightened her expression and she shot Vivian a grander smile, though none of it seemed to quite reach her eyes. "You must be Tristan Levitt's daughter! My father is an old school chum of his. It's remarkable that we've never met before now, seeing how close they once were." Cam knew Bella well enough to read her. There was something almost accusatory beneath the sweet tone. He didn’t really know what compelled him, but all he could think about was how Vivian was already literally backed into a corner, she didn’t need to be figuratively backed into one as well. “Bella…” he said, quiet but firm. Couldn’t they have this conversation later, when they were all out of here? Besides, it didn’t seem very fair. There were probably many reasons why they’d never met. But before it even had time to become an issue, Silas blurted, “How did you find out?" Puzzled, Cam turned his gaze on his friend, who seemed to have abandoned his crazy-time in favor of glaring at Vivian. For no discernible reason Cam could figure. Silas was acting beyond bizarrely, shooting nervous glances at everyone within the cramped space before slumping against the wall and sliding down to sit rather miserably on the floor. He looked almost comical with his long limbs drawn up near his face, which he’d covered with his hands. But comedy was about the last thing Cam could compare the moment to when his dark-haired friend finally spoke again. "I'm not the only one in here with that problem, you know," he mumbled insolently. "I know for a fact that Cam can't straighten his out, either..." ...What in the bloody fuck? Bella burst into an immediate fit of uncontrollable giggles that rang throughout the closet despite the hand she threw over her lips to stifle them. Cam, honestly, could do nothing but stare at Silas vacantly at this point, the only hint of the storm brewing beneath the surface being the slight twitch of his left eye. Finally, Bella’s poorly contained laughter tapered off enough for her to speak, though only just barely, at that. "Don't worry, boys, I've heard that it happens to most guys at some point." And with that, Cam lost his shit. “Are you trying to rile me up?” he exploded, features contorting into an expression of raging incredulity. “Because I can tell you right now it’s bloody well working, mate.” It took just about every single ounce of Cam’s willpower not to draw back a foot and kick him. It’s not like it would have been difficult, seeing as how Silas was basically right at his feet as it was. Wanker deserved it. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and get us the sodding hell out of here since you’re the reason we’re trapped in the first place,” he said instead, the words harsh and laced with irritation. His mood was thoroughly shot. Disgruntled didn’t even begin to cover it. “And for the record, I don’t have any problems,” he added for good measure, all while sending Silas a scowling, disapproving glare. You just don’t insult another bloke’s business. Man Code 101. Fucking hell. |
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| Daniela Crewe | Aug 18 2009, 01:23 AM Post #20 |
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“La-la-la,” sounded from her side, and Dani turned astonished, slightly wary moss-colored eyes to the source. Silas, of course, with eyes squeezed tightly shut, lips moving rapidly as he sang to himself. Dani was thunderstruck, certainly appeared as though she were a deer stuck in some headlights. Was the boy completely mental? Hell, and they thought she was odd. Apparently generations of inbreeding had not improved the Slytherin lot one bit. And evidently caused violent mood swings, as Dani was about to find out. “Levitt… Levitt…” Bella intoned in a voice that sent a chill up Dani’s spine, “where do I know that name?” Her gaze turned reluctantly to the Slytherin girl, whose cold amber eyes sparked with a knowing gleam. Frantically, Dani sifted through memories, trying to figure out how Bella knew Vivian, for there was no doubt that she did. One look at the smug girl was enough for Dani to know that her charade had been discovered. The pleasant feeling that had enveloped her moments before, faded quickly, and she once more seemed to slump into herself. “You must be Tristan Levitt’s daughter!” she suddenly cried, voice mockingly bright while accusatory eyes pinned her to the ground. Dani flinched at the exclamation, misery darkening her childish features. “My father is an old school chum of his. It’s remarkable that we’ve never met before now, seeing how close they once were,” Bella continued, plunging the already struck blade further into Dani’s heart and giving it a sharp twist. Surprisingly, it wasn’t despair that clouded the emerald tint, but anger instead. How cruel could somebody actually be? How low would they deliver a blow? Pretty damn low if Bella was any model. If she knew than she should just expose Dani instantly instead of toying with her, torturing her slowly. Thin arms crossed defensively across her body, a tinge of defiance entering her stance. Stupid Slytherins and their stupid cat and mouse games. They were all the same. Dani’s gaze flickered to Cam’s closed features which were turned towards Bella. Yes, every single one was the same. She had been foolish to believe that some might be different. That one might be different. Well, she wasn’t going to give the Slytherin girl the dignity of a response. Hell, she wasn’t even going to acknowledge it. Let the brunette completely mortify her in front of her Housemates. What did Dani care? Once she was out of this closet, she would make sure she never saw any of them again. Her arms tightened about herself slightly, hugging her in sympathetic reassurance. “Bella…” the words left his mouth stiffly, demanding obedience. Dani turned her head sharply, ripping her eyes from Cam’s face only to have them land on Silas’. The grin that had been directed towards her just moments ago had suddenly been replaced by a fearsome glare. Dani watched tensely as the muscles of his jaw worked, moving viciously as he ground his teeth together. “How did you find out?” he asked, though Dani was unsure if the question had been directed to her, since Silas’ eyes darted from one face to another. Remarkably, he proceeded to sag against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting with his elbows atop his knees. Dani leapt back with the sudden motion, colliding painfully with a shelf that she could have sworn hadn’t been there moments before. Her hand came up swiftly to rub the already emerging bump gingerly while she blinked back the tears that had immediately sprang up from the combination of surprise and pain. “I’m not the only one in here with that problem, you know,” the large boy was protesting, much to Dani’s bewilderment. She had absolutely no idea what the boy was muttering about. “I know for a fact that Cam can’t straighten his out, either…” What in bloody hell was he going on about? Laughter erupted from Bella, causing Dani’s confused look to swing towards the girl, who had now clapped her hands over her mouth, as if she were trying to contain the giggles that continued to emerge, increasing as she took in Cam’s expression. Dani remained motionless, slight frown curving the corners of her lips as she outright stared. “Don’t worry, boys,” she seemed to try to explain her merriment, or just add insult to injury. “I’ve heard that it happens to most guys at some point.” Oh. Male issues. Dani didn’t know the mechanics of whatever it was they were talking about, but she could pick up on the gist of the problem. Still, she didn’t find it that humorous. Neither, apparently, did Cam. “Are you trying to rile me up? Because I can tell you right now it’s bloody well working, mate.” Dani couldn’t even shrink back at Cam’s outburst, so utterly dumbfounded was she. Never had she seen such a livid expression displayed across his fair features. Inexplicably, the overwhelming urge to sooth the agitated boy arose, even causing her to take a tentative step forward before she caught herself. What was she doing? She should just be happy that the attention had been taken off of her. Besides, he had Bella for comfort, she remembered bitterly. Merlin, she didn’t even have the right to be resentful. Hadn’t she just decided that he was as much of an ass as the rest of them? “Why don’t you make yourself useful and get us the sodding hell out of here since you’re the reason we’re trapped in the first place.” Annoyance rang clearly in Cam’s voice. “And for the record, I don’t have any problems,” he concluded with a murderous look. Right, perhaps it was time to divert the conversation before she became the victim of an accidental homicide. Her gaze turned briefly to Bella’s. Perhaps not so accidental. The idea that it was Dani who was going to save all their lives was laughable, and yet, the words had escaped her before she even realized she had any intentions of saying them. That crack to her head must have been more powerful than she had initially thought. “He can’t,” she began quietly, eyes moving towards the door in indication as she felt three pairs of eyes rest on her once more. “There’s no way out from the inside,” she elaborated, exhaustion creeping into her voice. Suddenly, she found herself extremely tired. Weary of the three Slytherins, weary of the closet, weary of the swiftly changing emotions… Her gaze moved from one face to another, lingering for a second longer on Cam’s before she dropped it to the floor once more. “Everybody knows that,” she added, exasperation edging into her tone now. Emerald irises bore accusatory holes into the ground. After all, had Cam and Bella used some common sense and decided to shag in their own dormitory and not the one closet in the entire school that locked its inhabitants in, they all wouldn’t be in this mess. |
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