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Ollie Ollie Oxen Free
Topic Started: Sep 6 2010, 01:30 AM (236 Views)
Silas Matthews
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After being seen by the Healer and given a Pepper-Up potion, Silas sprinted from the infirmary and went on a wild-Bella chase. Of course, it wasn’t so much of a chase; more like a game of hide-and-go-seek. Somehow, Silas didn’t think that his vociferous shouts of “ollie ollie oxen free” were going to solve the mystery of his elusive beloved.

He had checked the loo, the Great Hall, a Potions class that was in session. Professor Gray, in all of his bottle blond glory, was not very happy to see Silas interrupting his class with the loud interjections of “Oi! Come ‘ere, you saucy little strumpet.” He’d racked up a few hours worth of detention for sure.

His feet dragged as he made his way back up another moving staircase, Silas saw Jane Jackson heading through the corridor leading to the library. He shouted at her, probably not in the most respectable way, and beckoned her over with a snappy flick of his hand. She glared at him; they had never gotten on too well. Actually, he doubted that Jane got on well with most people.

“Have you seen Bella?” He asked her quickly, feeling out of breath.

She merely raised an eyebrow, nodded her head in the direction of the library and walked away. Not a word. He was beginning to wonder if the girl was mute. Upon reflection, he may never have heard her speak before. Ever. Something to consider when he wasn’t so concerned with the possibility that Bella was scheming to remove any future chance that Silas may actually have children. He suddenly wished their was a potion that could filter your words before you spoke them.

It would be handy.

Making his way into the library, Silas shouted again. “Oi, oi, Turkey!” It earned him a stern glare from the librarian, and yet another threat for detention. If he was ever cured of cancer, he’d be spending the rest of his life in detention. Briefly, he weighed the options.

And then he spotted it: a shade of brunette hair that he’d know anywhere. Well, when it was coupled with that perfectly sculpted backside, anyway. His long legs carried them over to her quickly and it wasn’t until he was almost within arms reach of her that he realized she was in the Restricted Section.

Locked in the Restricted Section. After he had irritated the librarian.

Wasn’t this bloody fantastic?

“Bella,” he growled at her, trying to fit his lanky arms through one of the metal loops. She didn’t turn to him, didn’t even acknowledge his presence. “Damnit, Turkey, what do you want me to say? I’m a fecking idiot. Nothing new. Nothing’s changed.”

His voice grew louder because he was trying to get her to listen. That time, it did earn him detention.

“Three nights,” the pelican-faced, spotty, practically-a-zombie, librarian had hissed at him as she scuttled by in her little Birkenstocks. Silas spared only a moment to glare at her before turning his attention back to the love of his life.

This time his voice was quieter, a raucous whisper. “Open the sodding door and explain to me why you’re not speaking to me, or so help me Merlin, Turkey, I am going to stage a one man bloody play right here.”

He rested his hands up high over his head, against the wall that blocked him from Bella. Putting his head down, he waited for her response. Anything. Hell, he’d take a “go to hell” if it meant that he could somehow weasel his way into her personal space of deaf-mute for a moment.

No wonder she and Jane were friends.
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As she left the quiet classroom that she’d chosen as her refuge after Silas’ heartless reaction to her scare, Bella wandered through the school with no real destination in mind. She chose areas that most students steered clear of – that infamous third floor corridor that had been rumoured to haunted by the ghost of Quirines Quirrel, a professor from Harry Potter’s days in this school; the quiet hallway that led to the dungeons; even the Astronomy tower that was almost always empty during daylight.

She had no desire to be around anyone else. She needed time to think about things.

The shock of seeing the pregnancy potion in her hand had to be a bit of shock to Silas, she understood that. Protection was something neither of them had ever thought of in the heat of the moment, and that in itself was unforgivable but in the weeks that followed, Bella never once gave thought to the idea that she could have been pregnant. After their first time, Bella had begun taking a protection draught but she had been stupid to neglect things and she knew it.

Yet she wasn’t the only one involved in this relationship and even as she had taken the detection potion, she never once thought that Silas would be anywhere but at her side if the test had been positive. She’d believed in him completely. She trusted him.

And at first it had seemed so perfect, he pulled her into a hug without knowing the results. It had felt as though he’d accept her results no matter what they were. What more could she ask for? She had been prepared to tell him that the results had been negative. That there was nothing to worry about.

But he wasn’t worried. He began to babble on about bugs and grapefruit juice. He simply didn’t care enough to even ask that question. The most important question of all. She suddenly felt so completely alone in this relationship. A feeling that she would never imagined possible when she was dating Silas Matthews.

Bella now knew with no doubts that if she’d had a positive result, she’d have been on her own to deal with it. It was devastating, but it was also an eye opener. She felt like a child finding out that Santa wasn’t real.

The more she dwelled on these thoughts, the more her sadness turned harder. Before long, the last vestiges of that sorrow had been swallowed by a quiet anger. She was a strong girl, always had been. Tough and capable. She didn’t need Silas Matthews, she told herself in a convincing manner.

If only she could make herself believe it.

With a sudden clarity, she decided that she was going to finish her schoolwork for the year and she’d take off. Not with Silas, not with Cam. Men were the root of all evil and she didn’t need or want them. She’d do it on her own. She’d find a small little cottage in the south of France and live there. Painting or writing, doing whatever she wanted , whenever she wanted to do it.

Bella turned on her heel and headed in the direction of the library. She’d need to finish her NEWT Transfiguration essay. It would be easy to avoid Silas there. It was the library. He wasn’t a fan of the too quiet library.

“Miss Turpin, I have a note from Professor Kerrigan. I have an essay due on the ramifications of enunciation during the spellcasting for transmogrification and I need access to several of the books in the Restricted section, please.” Bella asked in a hushed tone as she searched her pockets for the note she’d tucked away in there earlier. She handed it to the librarian with a polite smile.

The woman cast a warm glance at the polite Slytherin girl before getting up to let her into the Restricted section. She passed Bella a key and levelled a warning glance at her. “Only you have permission to be in here. If you let anyone else in with you, there will be consequences.”

Bella nodded and moved inside the metal cage that held the most dangerous books in Hogwarts. Letting her finger trail over the spines of the old books, she began to search on the books that Professor Kerrigan had suggested.

As she plucked a thin leather bound book from the shelf, she heard his voice.

“Bella,” His voice was low but there was a note of pleading in his tone. She heard the metal of the cage rattle slightly, yet she didn’t turn to face him. She had no desire to look at him right now. If she spotted his stupid uncaring face, she’d likely hex it clean off his head. She could feel her face flushing in anger.

“Damnit, Turkey, what do you want me to say? I’m a fecking idiot. Nothing new. Nothing’s changed.”

Well, she certainly wasn’t going to argue with that. She didn’t bother hiding the smirk as Miss Turpin granted the dolt three nights of detention. Maybe if she ignored him long enough it would work its way into detention for the rest of the year. Then they graduate and she’d never have to see him again. Even as she thought this, her heart clenched at the thought of it.

Stupid heart. She thought, letting the anger take hold again.

“Open the sodding door and explain to me why you’re not speaking to me, or so help me Merlin, Turkey, I am going to stage a one man bloody play right here.”

Something inside Bella snapped, maybe it was him calling her Turkey. Right now, she didn’t find it sweet or adorable, right now that name made her want to hit things. Maybe it was the impatience in his tone. Maybe, just maybe, it was because she wanted to turn around and fall into his arms, despite everything that had just happened.

She spun on her heel and glared at him. In a barely contained whisper, she finally spoke.

“Go away, Matthews. You’ve already explained enough with your stupid juice and fish ass story. That told me everything I needed to know.” Storming down to the far end of the cage, she reached for a random book. Her hands were shaking as she flipped it open. Her eyes filled with tears that stay put by sheer willpower. She wasn’t going to cry in front of him. Not now.

Turning once more, she faced him from the far end. Somehow she managed to keep her voice low enough to keep the librarian away but it was filled with a quiet fury and just a note of sadness.

“I thought you cared. I believed that you loved me. I changed my life, my plans, my future for you, and I thought that it would be worth it because you made me believe that you loved me. And when you found out that I might be...” She stopped herself abruptly. This wasn’t the place for this conversation. She continued in a quieter tone. “I was obviously an idiot.”

“Go away, Silas. I’ve nothing to say to you. And you’ve said more than enough.”

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The glare of Bella Turcotte was a force to be reckoned with. Imagine, if you will, all of the dark forces written about in literature for centuries upon centuries. The Devil, Set, Ahriman, Satanael, Iblis, Guna, Hades… but none of them, even combined, compared with the intensity of evil staring out of her eyes. It was like the feeling of being sent to Hell and ordered to be inducted into the torture hall of pure evil, awaiting the grimy swords of the beasts of the underworld to skin you alive little piece of flesh by little piece of flesh. That was what it felt like to be glared at by Bella.

Not fun.

“Go away, Matthews.” Oh, surnamed. He winced and brought his hands down to his sides, stepping away from the door that separated them. “You’ve already explained enough with your stupid juice and fish ass story. That told me everything I needed to know.”

Silas blinked. His eyebrows shot up and his lips pursed. Well, no. Obviously, she had missed the point. That wasn’t an explanation for whatever it was that he did wrong. It was just him trying to take their minds off of something so serious. And, of course, it all just whacked him upside the head all at once! What had she expected him to say? ‘Oh, up the duff then, love? I hope Cam doesn’t mind!’ Silas sighed heavily through his nose.

“I thought you cared. I believed that you loved me. I changed my life, my plans, my future for you, and I thought that it would be worth it because you made me believe that you loved me. And when you found out that I might be...” She stopped herself abruptly.

But he did love her and he did care. How the sodding Hell had her mind interpreted anything that he said to mean that he didn’t love her, or that he didn’t care? He hadn’t said those words. And he never asked her to change anything. And then he didn’t really find out she might be… Why did women have to be so bloody complicated? Silas put his hands through his hair and kept them still on the back of his neck.

“I was obviously an idiot,” she said quietly. It confused him more. First, he was wrong and he had pissed her off and she was angry and he was supposed to go away, but then she was the idiot and he was… where, exactly? He stared at her expectantly. “Go away, Silas. I’ve nothing to say to you. And you’ve said more than enough.”

There were two ways that he could have handled the situation. The first, and quite possibly the best, was calmly explaining to his darling lover that he was sorry, that he muddled everything up and that he would buy her a box of chocolates to make up for his pure wankdom. As it was, Silas was the King of Wankdom, wearing a crown to signify his Wankhood, as Ruler of the Wankers.

He lowered himself to his knees and raised his hands above his head. “Bella, my love,” he started quietly, hopefully gaining her attention. “I am an arse and I love you and you are the one true reason for my beating heart. Please allow me declare my sincere apologies for causing you undue stress.” He raised his eyes up to meet hers, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. When he saw that he had her full attention, he stood up from his place on the ground and concealed the tick of pain in his neck. “I wish to exploit my apologies by means of an interpretive poem and dance. Much like they do in African witch tribes. And then you shall understand my affections and intentions in much more clarity.”

And then he thrust his long arms out to either side of his body and jutted his legs together, kneecaps touching. His enormous feet were pointed in toward each other. “Bella!” His voice boomed and echoed through the otherwise quiet library. He ignored the whispers. “Aye, my beating heart!” His hands were made into fists as he thumped them on his chest.

A long pause. Hands shooting over his head. Yes, this was the beginning. The juices were flowing. Perhaps the Pepper-Up potion was a special supply from his father. Either way, he felt fantastic, swinging his hips violently back and forth. His hands followed in an arrhythmic pattern, with dancing fingers.

“Conquered the beast inside of my loins!” His hands fell down to his hips and he jutted them out twice in quick succession. “Tamed the dragon that hath stampeded through mine soul!”

His legs kicked out and his hands jumped back to his chest. He brought on hand out in a large ark to his side and closed his eyes as if reciting from the very love that thrummed through his veins. “Thy love is my temperance.” He mimicked the motion with his other hand, so that both were straight out at his sides again. “Thy beauty is my favor.”

With speed that would indicate a man of impeccable health and stamina, Silas swung his arms forward so that his hands were pointing directly at Bella. He smiled, radiating his pride at expressing himself so perfectly.

“Wrapped in the favor of Eros.” He took a shimmying half-dance step forward and linked his fingers through the door. In an instant, he was flush against it. “Aye, my love.”

He pushed himself away gracefully and bowed at the waist with one hand extended to the side and one wrapped around his stomach. After staring at the floor for a beat, he raised his head, a dark curtain of hair falling into his eyes. With a dimply smile, he spoke one, last time.

“My Bella.”

He breathed heavily after standing straight up. The clapping of the small crowd that gathered was easily ignored. As was Ms. Turpin, standing behind him with a Bella Turcotte-like glare upon her face.
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“Bella, my love, I am an arse and I love you and you are the one true reason for my beating heart. Please allow me declare my sincere apologies for causing you undue stress.”

As Silas’ eyes lifted to meet her, Bella was hit with an overwhelming wave of apprehension. Her hand absently raised from her side to clutch at her belly. As though she were trying to calm the butterflies that were twittering about in there. There was something beneath his gaze. Something almost ominous lurked beneath those dark brown eyes of his as he knelt on the ground before her.

And she was truly afraid.

“That isn’t...” She began, hoping to derail whatever twisted train of thought that was running through that boy’s odd mind. Yet before she could say anymore he cut her off. His eagerness would have been endearing if she weren’t angry, hurt and supremely worried about what he was going to do next.

“I wish to exploit my apologies by means of an interpretive poem and dance. Much like they do in African witch tribes. And then you shall understand my affections and intentions in much more clarity.”

“Silas... don’t..”

“Bella!” His voice was unbelievably loud in the silence of the library. She cringed as he continued. “Aye, my beating heart!” His hands were made into fists as he thumped them on his chest.

Everyone in the library was on their feet and moving toward the spectacle (Silas). Bella was mortified. As far as everyone in the school knew, she was still engaged to Cam and Silas was his best friend.

Her eyes narrowed in a glare of caution. Stop now and I’ll only maim you. And for a brief moment, she thought he’d actually caught her meaning. There was several long beats of silence before...

“Conquered the beast inside of my loins!” He bellowed as he thrust his hips in a lewd manner. “Tamed the dragon that hath stampeded through mine soul!”

She was going to kill him.

Cancer be damned. His death would be swift but incredibly painful. Bella moved quickly to the gate. She tugged on it as her cheeks burned in embarrassment.

Beast inside his loins? She was going to neuter that beast the first chance she got. The damn gate was locked. Where was that key? She rummaged through her pockets to find the tiny skeleton key. As she fumbled with the lock, Silas, in all his infinite wisdom continued on with his asinine poem.

“Thy love is my temperance. Thy beauty is my favor.” He gestured toward her with a grandiose flailing of his long arms.
Whipping her head up to shoot a deadly glare at him, she took a half step back as he danced toward her with a ridiculously proud grin on his face.

“Wrapped in the favor of Eros. Aye, my love.” With that proclamation, he pushed himself away and bowed low toward her. She reached forward again with the key.

Yup, kill him. It was her only option.

“My Bella.” He finally finished as she struggled with the key. It slid easily into the lock and the gate opened as Miss Turpin caught his attention. The woman began to lecture Silas on the importance of silence and respect in the library. Bella’s hands were trembling as she freed herself from the Restricted section and stood behind Silas with her arms crossed.

After several long minutes, Bella’s anger began to reach apocalyptic levels when the librarian finally left. Only after assigning Silas a month’s worth of detentions when he returned to school. Without waiting for another second, Bella moved forward with a determined pace. She grabbed Silas by the forearm forcefully and dragged him from the library into the hallway outside. The second the door closed she whirled on him and jabbed a finger into his chest. Her eyes flashed menacingly. She couldn’t remember ever being quite so angry with anyone ever. Her entire body vibrated with the fury raging through her.

“Of all the idiotic, annoying, arrogant things you’ve ever done, this one took the bloody cake! You had no fucking right.” Her voice was getting louder and angrier with every word she spoke. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” She waited only a half a beat before continuing.

“I am engaged to Cameron. My parents will hear of this by tonight, you pompous git. I’ll be married off by tomorrow.”

As she spoke the words, a realization washed over her. She hadn’t spoken to Cam yet. Bloody hell, he was going to hear about this all through the sodding rumour mill. Her flush face suddenly drained of colour.

Everything was such a mess. She should have been up front with him in the beginning. Bella turned and headed down the corridor. She needed to find him before the gossip mongers did.
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