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PUT A NAME IN MY ASK AND IâLL TALK ABOUT SOMEONE I KNOW/ONCE KNEW WITH THAT NAME
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Send me a name! I want more interaction with my followers, feel free to message me about anything!
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-Amy (Slytherin)
The Ultimate Relationship Tag
Send ââ©â for the following:
Disagreements:
Who is more likely to raise their voice? Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Who trashes the house? Do either of them get physical? How often do they argue/disagree? Who is the first to apologise?
Sex:
Who is on top? Who is on the bottom? Who has the strangest desires? Any kinks? Whoâs dominant in bed? Is head ever in the equation? If so, who is better at performing it? Ever had sex in public? Who moans the most? Who leaves the most marks? Who screams the loudest? Who is the more experienced of the two? Do they âfuckâ or âmake loveâ? Rough or soft? How long do they usually last? Is protection used? Does it ever get boring? Where is the strangest place theyâd have sex?Â
Family:
Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Who is the favorite parent? Who is the authoritative parent? Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isnât around? Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Who changes the diapers? Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Who spends the most time with the children? Who packs their lunch boxes? Who gives their children âthe talkâ? Who cleans up after the kids? Who worries the most? Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?
Affection:
Who likes to cuddle? Who is the little spoon? Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?  How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Who gives the most kisses? What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? How often do they get time to themselves?
Sleeping:
Who snores? If both do, who snores the loudest? Do they share a bed or sleep separately? If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Who talks in their sleep? What do they wear to bed? Are either of your muses insomniacs? Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Who wakes up with bed hair? Who wakes up first? Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? What is their favourite sleeping position? Who hogs the sheets? Do they set an alarm each night? Can a television be found in their bedroom? Who has nightmares? Who has ridiculous dreams? Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Who makes the bed? What time is bed time? Any routines/rituals before bed? Whoâs the grumpiest when they wake up?Â
Work:
Who is the busiest? Who rakes in the highest income? Are any of your muses unemployed? Who takes the most sick days? Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Who sucks up to their boss? What are their jobs? Who stresses the most? Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Are your muses financially stable?Â
Home:
Who does the washing? Who takes out the trash? Who does the ironing? Who does the cooking? Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Who is messier? Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Who forgets to flush the toilet? Who is the prankster around the house? Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Who mows the lawn? Who answers the telephone? Who does the vacuuming? Who does the groceries? Who takes the longest to shower? Who spends the most time in the bathroom?
Miscellaneous:
Is money a problem? How many cars do they own? Do they own their home or do they rent? Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Do they live in the city or in the country? Do they enjoy their surroundings? Whatâs their song? What do they do when theyâre away from each other? Where did they first meet? How did they first meet? Who spends the most money when out shopping? Whoâs more likely to flash their assets? Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Any mental issues? Whoâs terrified of bugs? Who kills the spiders around the house? Their favourite place? Who pays the bills? Do they have any fears for their future? Whoâs more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Who uses up all of the hot water? Whoâs the tallest? Whoâs more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Who wanders around in their underwear? Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? What do they tease each other about? Who is more likely to cringe at the otherâs fashion sense at times? Do they have mutual friends? Who crushed first? Any alcohol or substance related problems? Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Who swears the most?
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ofsoundfury:
Her eyes glanced him over, completely unimpressed with his disposition. The thing about Pansy was she could only play nice for so long. Then, after awhile, the neurotic charm of her temper would come barreling out to play. Grinding her teeth together, she turned her head to the side, her eyes narrowing toward him. He wanted to play the game a lot rougher than she would have liked, but at least it opened the flood gates of honesty. Which for her, was most definitely the best policy.
The forced smile died down, rolling another lock of hair from behind her ear. For a brief moment. she let the words sink into her mind of what to do. And as simple as that was, she still took a moment to let her mind wander on it. Just as she did, the revelation came swiftly; dig into the lost boy mannerisms.Â
âSee, I find that funny coming from you, Felipe. Someone as old fashioned I would think would jump at the opportunity to take care of a woman. Canât we not take care of ourselves enough to even pick our husbands nowadays?â she let a quick laugh roll off her tongue, picking up the spoon with pudding onto it into her lips before continuing on. âYour conversation is boring as all hell, darling. Are you less of a plank of wood when youâre actually conversing with Daphne, or are you always this particularly dull?â
He didnât appreciate the dig about his betrothal--there was no reason to bring his fiancee into this, but he supposed that he wasnât surprised. This was Pansy, after all, and he knew of her ruthless nature all to well. He wasnât going to allow her to get under his skin, and certainly not visibly. After all, a reaction was what she wanted, and why give her the satisfaction? This was much more fun for him and it saved him the hassle of getting into it with her.
âPerhaps itâs the current company,â he suggested idly, rolling one shoulder in a shrug. âAfter all, even a gentleman canât be expected to keep up conversation with... well.â Heâd let her finish that thought on her own--it wasnât like him to outright insult a lady if he could help it. Maybe he was a little bit old-fashioned, after all. Her eyes had narrowed and her smile faded, but he didnât blink an eye. âI cannot be responsible for the issues of every woman in the castle. Even more so now that I am betrothed--women who are not Daphne are hardly my concern, for the most part, and you certainly fall into that category.â
pansy/felipe
Who is a night owl: Pansy
Who is a morning person: Moreso Felipe, but he needs his coffee
Are they cuddlers: Yes, most of the time
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Felipe is the big spoon
What is their favourite sleeping position: Spooning
Who steals all the blankets: Felipe
What they wear to bed: Felipe wears silk pajamas, Pansy wears nightgowns that Felipe buys for her
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Felipe doesnât wear t-shirts but lets Pansy wear his button-downs
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Felipe
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Pansy
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Pansy
Who canât keep their hands to themself: Felipe
Daphne/Felipe
Who is a night owl: Daphne.
Who is a morning person: Felipe moreso, as long as he has his coffee.
Are they cuddlers: Surprisingly, yes.Â
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Felipe insists on being the big spoon.
What is their favourite sleeping position: Lying on their sides facing away from each other.
Who steals all the blankets: Daphne.
What they wear to bed: Felipe wears black silk pajamas, and Daphne wears silk nightgowns.
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Felipe doesnât like wearing t-shirts, but he does like Daphne in his button-downs.
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Daphne. Sometimes Felipe will get talkative once theyâve gone to bed for the night, but Daphne usually just ignores him and goes to sleep and heâs suddenly met with silence.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Neither of them, really, and if they do they donât bother the other one about it.
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Daphne does the punching, and itâs not always by accident.
Who canât keep their hands to themself: Definitely Felipe. Daphne is gorgeous.
Send me a ship and I will tell you: (Sleeping!)
Who is a night owl:
Who is a morning person:
Are they cuddlers:
Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:
What is their favourite sleeping position:
Who steals all the blankets:
What they wear to bed:
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:
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Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:
Who canât keep their hands to themself:
What Iâve Done || Felipe & Laura
lauraevamadley:
Felipe.
Laura tried reading the words out loud, tried pronouncing them so she could only believe they were true, but they kept stuck behind her mouth. That name, it⊠it made her want to run. Not away, but to the nearest restroom, somewhere she could throw up, erase the horrible feeling in her stomach, the pain brought back along too many terrible memories, too many feelings - and the voidness of it.
It took her ten minutes to stop staring at the note, and almost half an hour until she breathed easy since reading it. She would never, not even in her craziest dreams - or nightmares -, think that he could do it. That he would be the one to present her something like this, even if through a younger person. That note wasnât a peace offering, an apology, something her mind could work with, no⊠it was an invitation. A call. She wondered how he got the guts to try it, after everything they had been th- no, after everything she had been through. After everything he made her been.
If there was a name she could ever hate, it would be his.
But she didnât. Now, as a writer - and presenting myself for the first time -, I can surely affirm that the lack of hate doesnât mean she had forgiven him, or would ever. I can also say not hating him was far from meaning the feelings she held last year were gone, actually the truth was much the opposite. But there wasnât hate inside Lauraâs heart. Not because she felt any kind of pity - despite Megan saying they were all victims, he was the one to prove her there were exceptions -, and not because she was a pure naive girl. Anyone should know better than this after analyzing the things that happened in the past with those two.
Why, of course, is something I canât answer - maybe Laura canât as well.
In spite of all those negative feelings, she managed to go. To try. This time, Laura didnât speak to anyone - not even Adelaide, or Megan, or any person who could understand. If that meeting was supposed to be a prank, a trap - a valid thought, even though it made her sick -, then she would be the one to face the consequences. But Laura went anyway. It wasnât more than a five minute walk, but it felt like twenty.
During the short amount of time, she could feel her own heart beating too fast, as if ready to escape through her mouth, her knees so weak it scared her. Sometimes, her foot hit the floor and she heard not steps, but herself running away after a section of torturing, or the sound her feet made while fighting people that forced her to stand still. She could hear the laugh of others, see the terrifying look in her friendâs faces, and feel her voice weakening as each scream became quieter - and more desperate - than the one before. Most of all, she could see Felipe - the looks in his face, sometimes almost as if he was happy to do whatever he was doing. She remembered moments that still made her sick, almost one year later, and memories that followed her in nightmares frequently. Why, she asked herself, am I going there?
Finally, Laura made her way through the entrance of the classroom. The relief, though, died as fast as it came. Suddenly she couldnât walk, couldnât breathe, couldnât do anything but stare and let her right hand rest as it pressed her wand. She looked at the boy that now stared at her, and everything inside of Laura froze. Her throat refused to act after one gulp, her eyes could do nothing but look at the boy who had made her life hell the year before, and her body was nothing but statue. She knew that if he tried something, anything, she wouldnât have the strength to run or ask for help. She could only stay there, looking, wondering, trying to disappear but for some reason not able to leave.
Felipe.
The so called pure Felipe.
Poor little one, donât you know you should have run?
It shocked him to see the little blonde girl slip into the classroom--heâd almost convinced himself that she wasnât coming. It had been a long while since heâd sent the note, and heâd nearly fled the classroom more than once, deciding that he shouldnât meet Laura after all. But by sheer force of will he stayed, forcing himself to face this consequence of his actions. This was important, and he needed to do it--for himself, but also for the people that he had harmed. This was the first step to healing for all of them, and it would be selfish to run and hide like a coward.
Laura was frozen in fear and the sight of her made his stomach twist uncomfortably. He had done this to her, conditioned her to have such fear at the sight of him that she literally could not move or speak--it was inhumane and disgusting and it made him want to turn in on himself and disappear completely. This was worse than his fatherâs disappointing gaze, which Felipe had always thought was the worst thing in the world. But this, this basic human fear of him, was a hundred times harder to look at. She was staring at him, her terrified eyes boring into his own desperately, and he was at a loss. Heâd gone over this encounter a million times in his mind--what he would say to her, how he would apologize, and the many possible reactions that she would have. But now, with Laura standing before him looking like a deer in headlights, all of that went right out of his head. He was at a loss, speechless, and he would have to totally wing this.
No sudden movements, he told himself, so not to startle her. It occurred to him that this wasnât unlike trying to approach a skittish wild animal--except that Laura knew what he was capable of. It sickened him to think of what heâd done to her, but he pushed those feelings down and slowly raised his hands up, palms open and empty toward her, to show that he was not a threat. He had not brought her here to hurt her or to scare her--his wand was tucked away in his robe pocket and it would stay there, no matter what happened. He knew that her hand was on her wand--he could see it--and he didnât blame her. It was for protection, to make her feel safer. He hoped that his gesture would help, too.
âHello, Laura,â he began, keeping his voice soft and non-threatening. âThank you for coming to meet with me. I know that it must have been a difficult decision for you to make, but I commend you for having the courage to come here. I cannot say that I would have been brave enough, had it been me.â Felipe wanted to smile a bit at her to help put her more at ease, but he couldnât muster a smile just yet. âI want you to know that I did not ask you here to harm you in any way. I donât want you to be worried or afraid, although I cannot blame you for feeling both of those things. My word may not mean much of anything to you, but I promise you that you will not be harmed here. Any intention I ever had of hurting you is completely in the past.â
Hopefully that would help her calm down a little bit and come closer so that they could talk. This was going to be difficult for him, immensely so, but not nearly as difficult as last year had been for her. It was selfish of him to think that this was hard, and so he kept reminding himself of the pain that heâd put her through. If she could come through that, then he could get through this. How funny that the girl that heâd tortured was now the source of his strength.
Not Happening| Daphne&Felipe
dxphnegreen:
The hard part of it all was that a part of her wanted to believe his words. He looked too bloody earnest to be deceiving her. But none of it made a difference for her. In a years time, she would be come his wifeâand then that would be all anyone cared about. âNo one is going to care how intelligent and capable I am when weâre married. Especially so soon after we graduate.â Daphne closed her eyes briefly, looking off to the side of the table, hoping to avoid his gaze.
âI had so many plans.â Her voice came out thready, cracking by the end of it. âGraduate and escape to asia to get my duelling mastery. Fight some competitions and thne get another mastery in runes.â She paused, blinking back tears that wanted to fall. It was a hard burden to bare seeing her dreams die before her eyes, âI was forge my own destiny and grab fate by its throat. Maybe get married after my reputation had been well established. But I canât have that anymoreâŠbecause my name is alwaysâŠalways going to have the rhetoric of just another poor pureblood girl married like cattle.â Daphne cleared her throat before gaining her composure. âIâm sure you mean well, FelipeâŠand Iâm sure you mean every word youâre saying. I truly believe that. But words mean nothing.â
She looked away from him, and it pained him to see how she was feeling. If he had anything to say about it, no one would dare to treat his wife in the way that Daphne feared--but he knew, too, that he didnât have full control over that. People would say and think what they wanted to regardless of how he felt, regardless of how he treated her. He wanted her to be fairly independent, to be able to pursue whatever it was that she wanted, but she was right about much of it. For them to be married so soon after they graduated would set people talking, and they would all see her as the bride of Felipe Marquez--not as Daphne, even if that was the way that he saw her.
âYou are right,â he said, his voice taking on a slightly defeated tone. âI cannot control the thoughts of others, and you are right in saying that many people will not care how intelligent or capable you are once we are married. The only thing that I can promise you on that subject is that I will always care about how intelligent and capable you are. I will always encourage you to follow your dreams. Those people who see you as nothing but a wife will know that you have my blessing to do what you like, although in my opinion, you should not need my blessing at all.â He knew that perhaps his words wouldnât help things, but he wanted her to know how he truly felt.
In hearing her plans and her dreams, Felipe felt affection for her grow in his heart. She really was an ambitious woman, the kind who had dreams and goals for herself that she wanted to accomplish. Yes, he wanted a wife, and yes, he wanted it to be Daphne, but that didnât mean that he wanted her to have to give up everything she wanted. âI promise you, Daphne, that you will have as many of your dreams come true as possible. If you become my wife, you will be my priority. I will not care what people think, what they say. Your wishes will become my wishes, your dreams will become my dreams. Please believe me when I say that I want happiness for you, truly. As your husband, if we do marry, that will be my purpose. Of course, I will also work toward what is important for me--we will be equals. Regardless of what anyone else says. However we have to do this, whatever we have to do to accomplish it, I will do. I know that perhaps these words do not mean much to you now--there is so much uncertainty, and I understand. I only wish for you to know how I feel about these things. I will not continue to belabor my point, as I am aware that I am becoming repetitive, but it is important to me that you understand my feelings on this matter.â
littlegreengrxss:
Astoriaâs brows mirrored Felipeâs as hers furrowed as well in confusion. Was he⊠was he bluffing? He has to be bluffing. He canât be bloody serious that he didnât know. It was too damning to believe, and yet he seemed genuinely confused. âNo, she was not. Our parents have promised us for years that we were allowed to marry for love, as long as it was with a pure-blood, of course. Naturally so. Thatâs why when mother announced the engagement, it came as quite the shock for either of us.â Astoria replied worriedly, breathing out heavily. Well, at least it answered her question of whether or not Felipe was aware of the situation. Now he knew Daphne didnât even have a say in it at all. âWell, now you know that this was all against her free will. I suppose itâs best you discuss this with Daphne. At this point, itâs not my place to tell her that you werenât aware that she wasnât consented to any of this.â
âThat sounds⊠reasonable, at least.â Astoria replied, slightly surprised of the turn of the conversation all of a sudden. Her prejudiced for disliking Felipe might have â well, have â blinded her from any good that he might have in him. Since his admittance that he had no idea Daphne wasnât aware, and now the story of his familyâs treatment of house elves, she felt she should at least give him a chance now. âWhat are their names? And are you close with them?â
Sheâd likely jump a little on the giving Felipe a chance boat if he did say that he was friends with his house elves. But her later precedent of proving he could cook a decent meal was still on the table. Grinning widely, Astoria rose from her seat as well before standing beside Felipe before slowly leading the way out. âThis meal ought to be good. I havenât had a foreign one since the gala, and Iâve quite missed it, really. Now your house elves as we walk. Tell me more about them.â
âI will absolutely speak with Daphne about this, yes. I truly had no idea that this would come as such a surprise--well, perhaps who she was betrothed to would be a surprise, I imagined, but not the betrothal itself. I should not have assumed, but I did and perhaps that was wrong of me.â No wonder Daphne was so vehemently opposed to this whole thing--her whole life, sheâd been promised that she could marry for love, and then out of the blue she was engaged to someone that was not of her choosing. Felipe supposed that he would be upset in such a situation, too. Heâd always known that his father would choose who he would marry. He just felt lucky that heâd been asked for his input. âThank you for telling me this, Astoria. I greatly appreciate it.â
She wanted to hear about the house elves, and Felipe was more than happy to oblige. As an only child, theyâd been his only real friends. The other pureblood children were too rowdy--they liked to run and yell and get dirt on their clothes. Felipe had always been content to sit quietly, to obey his parents and keep clean and still. But the house elves had always been kind to him, and heâd developed relationships with each of them over the years. As they walked to the kitchens, he began to talk.
âWell, Mitzi is the absolute best cook that I know. She can make just about anything, and she is the one who taught me a few things in the kitchen, as well. I liked to spend time in there with her while she was cooking. I believe that itâs really its own type of magic, cooking and baking. The way she is able to take a basket of things and make it into something delicious... I have always admired that about her. Then, there is Rigby. He runs the household, although if you ask either of my parents they run things. But Rigby is the one making sure that things go smoothly, especially when we have guests. He helps the other two where he can and he does things like answer the door, make sure that the gardeners are doing what they are supposed to be doing--he really has quite a lot of responsibility, but he is exceptionally good at it. And then thereâs Eve. She is mostly in charge of the cleaning, and sheâs very meticulous. Eve was always the one who was very adamant about me making my bed and keeping my bedroom tidy when I was a child. It is her responsibility to clean, but she wanted to make sure that I grew up to be neat, as well. Whenever one of them has time off, the other two share the responsibilities of the third.â Felipe smiled fondly--the house elves were as much his family as his parents were, and he was happy that Astoria had wanted to know about them.Â
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ofsoundfury:
Felipe always looked lost. Not in the way the Weasleyâs did in their uncoordinated looks of hand-me-downs, but in the way that he was always searching. He was like some lost puppy who had forgotten where he hid his bone in the middle of the night. It was rather sad, or so Pansy believed. At least her overwhelming disappointment was an act. Looking his way, he lived and breathed it. But perhaps that was why she didnât shove him off at first glance. Besides being properly handsome and as perfect as most Slytherin men could be, he also had the flair she needed. It was like studying by watching a boy so lost. There were things she could learn by his ill frustration to the things he couldnât find, and in the end, she may be even able to sucker an ally out of it. Brilliant, she thought. Pansy Parkinson was always brilliant.Â
There was very little shock when his words floated back her way, a coolness she remembered Draco once having prior to the war. But now, the coolness of Felipe was only a reminder of the past that was no longer at hand. And as she bitterly ground her teeth into a smile, she turned back his way.Â
âIâm so glad to know you worry about my health, Felipe.â her words cooed back his way, rolling her eyes teasingly as though it was just a jest (it was simply not). Letting her land lose the spoon, she pointed a finger back his way. âYou donât know the half of it, sweetheart. Iâd say my hunger or lack thereof is the easiest part to deal with,â she let the crook of a smile peak out, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. âWouldnât you be so lucky to find out.â
Briefly, the thought occurred to Felipe that Pansy was probably one of the girls who was in the running to be chosen as his future wife. She was a pureblood from a very good family, and she was just the kind of person that his father would have loved to see him with. Luckily for him, his father hadnât bothered to meet any of the girls that were being considered. He only spoke to their parents, and for some reason heâd actually taken his sonâs preferences seriously, and now he was engaged to Daphne. Still, he could almost as easily have ended up betrothed to Pansy, and he allowed himself to think about how strange that would have been.
He caught the forced nature of her smile, but he didnât question it or even give it a second thought. Everyone was caught up in forced smiles and tense conversations nowadays. It was an aftereffect of the war that heâd learned not to even blink an eye at.
âYouâre a grown woman, I think that youâre capable of taking care of yourself,â he said back, his voice still even despite her cooing tone and the roll of her eyes. Speaking to Pansy felt much like a dance--or maybe a duel. It was too soon to tell. âWell, considering Iâm not dealing with your non-hunger, I donât see it as an issue. I donât really need to find out, to be honest. I was simply making conversation.â
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ofsoundfury:
Her teeth clicked together, a spoon lazily laying in the midsts of her right hand. It was all together quite draining to look disgusted with eating when the only thing she truly wanted to do was scarf down the entire plate and book it out of the corridor.Â
But alas, that wasnât the plan. Not in the least. The plan was to draw just enough attention to make it appear as though she was wilting with grief and disposition. It was that which would get her friends, wouldnât it? And with eyes the size of hers and just the right twist of her lip, she could look completely devastated in the world. It was something the childish nature of straight across fringe did to oneâs composure. The minute your hair symmetrically framed your face, just the right bit of pouting lips could make it seem as though your ice cream had just tipped or you had lost your red and shiny balloon.Â
Nonetheless, she continued to fidget with her food, spoon playfully dipping and diving about the pudding as though it was just as distinguished as she. But it had been in that very slight of her spoon that she caught the reflection of a black robe approaching. Perfect, she thought, eyes rolling to great.Â
âIâd say to take a seat, but Iâm awful company,â the words cooed, a melodramatic sigh following the words as she let the spoon sink into the substance. âThough some prefer the type who donât eat. They end up with the seconds, I suppose.âÂ
If anyone asked, he was out for a stroll.
Really, though, he was looking for Daphne. Felipe was pretty much always looking for Daphne since theyâd come back from the holidays. Heâd only seen her once and that conversation hadnât gone exceedingly well. He didnât want to bother her too much, didnât want to force her to suffer his company, but he didnât want her to totally avoid him, either. He wanted to be a constant enough presence that she couldnât quite forget about him without being so overbearing that she hexed the living daylights out of him. It was a delicate balance, if he was being perfectly honest.
She wasnât in the Great Hall, but walking in and then immediately leaving was too suspicious. It made him look too desperate, too lovesick, too much like a puppy who was following someone around who kept kicking him. No, Felipe had too much dignity for that. There was only one person sitting alone at the Slytherin table, and Felipe decided that speaking to her was the perfect cover.
He slid into the seat across from Pansy while she was talking, ignoring what she said about whether or not he should take a seat. âEat or donât, Iâm not bothered either way,â he said coolly, shrugging a shoulder and dishing out some pudding for himself. He dug in with his spoon, taking a bite. âIs that the only thing that makes you awful company? Or is there something else I should know?â
What Iâve Done || Felipe & Laura
@lauraevamadley
Heâd asked Laura to meet him.
It had been a split second decision, a moment of weakness, when heâd written her the note and asked some Hufflepuff heâd seen in the corridors to deliver it to her. He hadnât really thought this through. It was just last year that Felipe had been wrapped up in the wishes of the Carrows, doing what was asked of him in order to save his own skin. Laura had always been a particular target of his, getting assigned to him again and again.
In the beginning, heâd disciplined her without issue. Heâd tortured her, hurt her, made her scream and cry and beg without so much as a shred of guilt overcoming him. He was doing what had to be done. He was doing what he was told, and he was making his father proud. In the beginning, those had been the only things that had mattered to Felipe.
Then, little by little, things began to change.
Laura wasnât Felipeâs only victim, but she seemed to be the one that kept coming up over and over. It was easier when he didnât know the faces of the people that he was torturing, when they were nameless strangers who may have even deserved what he was doing.
Laura didnât deserve this, and deep down, he knew that. She was a kind, gentle, sweet girl, the kind of girl who hadnât done anything wrong. The only thing that she had against her was her blood status--and that was beginning to feel like it wasnât a good enough excuse to be hurting her. Each time he disciplined her, Felipe felt the guilt weigh a little more heavily on his shoulders.
Then, there was the final straw--the time that Astoria caught him torturing Laura, the time that he went blind with rage and hurt her until she was screaming and begging him to stop. Honestly, he didnât know what would have happened if the little Greengrass hadnât stopped him. He might not have stopped on his own. He could have permanently injured Laura--or worse. Felipe didnât allow himself to think about that.
During his time at home, after heâd fled from the castle by request of his father, Felipe had had a lot of time to think.
That was when the guilt really began to settle in like shackles and chains draped around his neck, over his shoulders, across his chest. The weight was almost enough to crush him, to suffocate him--and he truly felt horrible for what heâd done. There was no excuse. Somehow, heâd have to fix this, and heâd have to do it without his father knowing.
Daphne was one step in all of this. She was his redemption, his light at the end of the tunnel, the silver lining behind all his stormy clouds. That was the biggest reason that heâd requested for her to be the one that he would marry--and somehow, even though he didnât deserve it, he was granted that wish. If only he could get her to look at him with something besides disgust.
This, though. This was another step, and an entirely different one. Felipe had requested for Laura to meet him. He didnât know whether she would come, whether she would want to be in the same room with him--especially alone, as heâd requested. If he were her, he knew that he wouldnât do it. Heâd stay far away. But still, a little glimmer of hope flickered in his chest as he sat in the empty classroom, his face stoic but his mind racing a mile a minute.
Maybe, just maybe, she would come. And maybe, if he was very, very lucky, he could make up for what heâd done.
DAILY TASK 050: SCHOOL YEAR OF 1997-1998 mentioned: @littlegreengrxss (generated), @lauraevamadley
15 MAY 1998
Dear Journal,
I canât do this anymore.
I was in the middle of disciplining a girl named Laura, someone that Iâve dealt with more than once this year. Sheâs a half-blood, a Hufflepuff. Sheâs two years younger than I am. I donât know why I was disciplining her, but at the beginning, we were being watched by Amycus. I was being egged on and I went blind with rage.
Amycus left and I was still hurting her. She was screaming.
Astoria walked by and heard her. She screamed for me to stop, and I suddenly saw what I was doing. If Amycus was still there, I would have had to discipline Astoria, too.
I let them both go.
I donât want to do this anymore.
-Felipe
DAILY TASK 050: SCHOOL YEAR OF 1997-1998 mentioned: @rcmildavanc (generated)
23 FEB 1998
Dear Journal,
The discipline of fellow students continues. Today I was asked to discipline one Romilda Vane, although Iâm unclear on what exactly she did wrong. The reasoning is less and less all the time, and instead weâre simply given names of who needs to be disciplined. Weâre very rarely told why anymore.
Vane is a half-blood, so perhaps that was the reason. She was so afraid when I was disciplining her, though, that I almost stopped halfway through. Nobody would have known. It would have been our secret.
I should have stopped.
-Felipe
DAILY TASK 050: SCHOOL YEAR OF 1997-1998 mentioned: @loonyxluna (generated)
02 OCT 1997
Dear Journal,
Today was the day that I bent to the will of the Carrows. I had been trying to avoid getting caught up in their wake, but unfortunately their attention was turned to me today and I was asked to discipline Luna Lovegood. What exactly was I supposed to do? If I had refused, their wrath would have been turned on me. Word would have gotten back to my father. I would have been seen as a sympathizer.Â
I did not hold back. The girl will likely be in pain for a while. She needed to be disciplined, according to the Carrows, and thatâs what they are in charge of. I did what I had to do, what I was told.
I did the right thing.
-Felipe
sallysmith-slytherin:
âAha, so itâs not just a slight rumor going on, a joke. People actually take it seriously, as if it would be something officialâŠâ The blonde now laughed from the bottom of her heart, letting her head fall back a little while she enjoyed the laughter. She loved how these news âmeantâ so much to some people-this was a thing that would probably never change, this preoccupation people had in othersâ lives. âWell, you know, itâs never enough drama. âFormer Voldemort follower falls in love with another former Voldemort follower right before their trial. Will love conquer all or itâs just an evil strategy?â In all honesty, it sounds like the perfect title for a Rita Skeeter article. Yeah, whateverâŠâ The blonde now waved a hand in the air, somehow resigned. At this point, she found these gossips rather exciting and interesting than upsetting.Â
Hearing his comment about âthe fan clubâ, Sally fluttered her eyelashes , throwing him a flirty smile, but a few chuckles gave her away and so she returned to her plate. â Marquez, dear Marquez, this post required a lot of devotion, a lot of true, genuine passion and obsession. I am afraid a have none. I am so sorry I am such under-qualified.â Sally winked at him and, once again, returned to her plate, taking another bite. Felipe was a very interesting, effervescent guy - she never really felt bored when he was around just because of his strong character and personality. Of course, she didnât agree with some of his beliefs, but because they were alike in many aspects, getting over those wasnât such a big of a deal. What Sally appreciated in Felipe was exactly this strong character prior mentioned.  The guy knew what he wanted, he didnât seem like having doubts - he seemed to be only following his targets. It was easy talking to him because of how confident he was - confident, yet open to othersâ ideas. But then, of course, this was what Sally observed on the surface - they werenât too close. â A plethora of witnesses?! Yeah, actually I donât even know why am I even going there on the trial day because I am already full of alibis. You have no idea how many people are ready to rot for me in Azkaban. Of course, only men, but I definitely prefer it this way, you know? I am nice and let them sacrifice for me.â And this, translated, was something like: âI am so going to end up in Azkaban!â A sigh left her lips, even if a smile played across them still. âOh, yeah, the shadow. Maybe he will be my witness. After all he almost saw me naked, soâŠ.he could at least do it for this.â The blonde shrugged, but at this point she felt the need to go a little bit more serious with her words. âI have no witness at this point and the odds are all against my freedom - but itâs fine, I am confident. I donât know why, because things donât look good, but I am. I feel there is something, a crack, in these laws, that would help me.â That was what she was counting on, her hope.Â
When his confession about Daphne made it to Sallyâs ears, the blonde studied a bit his features, in order to figure out what he was feeling about it. She didnât know much.  In all honesty, she barely heard anything, but however, it was enough for presumptions. âWell, I regret to disappoint you, I am not going back to my presidential position of your fan club, if this is what you mean. I cannot take care of your love life anymore, You have to deal with this one on your own. Can you do it?â Even if she said all these on a very jokily tone, the last question was more like an â are you okay?â question.
Felipe raised an eyebrow in curiosity. âAre you saying that you havenât been snogging Nott, then?â he asked. âOr that you have been snogging him, but that itâs nothing serious? I just want to make sure I have the whole story, you see--that way when I hear rumours about the two of you I know whether to believe them or not.â In all honesty, he was quite glad that the two of them were involved. Theodore was a friend of his, but he was also the ex-boyfriend of Felipeâs fiancee. It made him feel slightly better that Theo had a girl of his own. It was a jealousy issue that Felipe knew was all on him, but it was something that he couldnât control. âYou know that this castle canât resist a bit of juicy gossip. I assumed that my engagement would be the talk of the common room, but apparently it hasnât spread too far yet.â
He found himself chuckling at her actions, batting her eyelashes at him. âI am happy to forgive these shortcomings,â he joked back. âThe fan club will sorely miss you, though, Iâm quite sure. I imagine that you were an integral member.â It was nice, bantering with Sally like this. She was someone that he usually rather enjoyed talking to--she was moderately funny but not irritating, and she was someone that his father would approve of him talking to. They didnât always agree on everything, but their friendship was superficial enough that it didnât really matter. They didnât usually talk about anything too deep or too serious, so disagreements were few and far between. âYour trial should be a piece of cake, in that case, with all of those people lining up to testify in your favor. You are truly benevolent, letting them do their duty to protect you.â He smirked, glad that he wasnât one of the students on trial. It seemed stressful, and Felipe hadnât really done anything wrong. Well, no, that wasnât true--but he hadnât done anything bad enough, apparently, to be put on trial. That, he was truly grateful for.
âWell, I donât think Iâll take up the presidential position, myself,â he said, chuckling. âBut Iâm fairly certain that I have my love life under control--well, under as much control as possible, right now.â His love life was a mess, actually, but there was nothing he could do right now. It was all on Daphne.
traceydavxs:
Tracey chuckled with a shake of her head. Guyâs humor was as tasteless as her abuelaâs cooking on Habichuelas con Dulce. That needed some work. âMy mistake. Must have been the musk of weakness for not being able to take up Daphne Greengrass.â She smirked before taking another piece of toast from the table, this time slathering a good amount of butter and sugar on it. âHowâs the engagement going by the way? Swell, I imagine.â
She couldnât help rolling her eyes as Felipe countered that staring was, in fact, disruptive. Probably some sort of pure-blood etiquette she hadnât read on. Not that she cared or anything, but she did read a thing or two about it before heading for break at the Greengrasses. âAh, well, buddy. Youâre always looking for Daphne. Any guy begging to get her attention is anyway. Little sore that you have to be doing that, donât you think? Your own fiance hiding from you. What did you ever do to deserve this?â
Ah. She was poking fun at him, he realized when she commented. It was too early for such things, and even still, Felipe wasnât in the mood for joking. Having his breakfast interrupted had soured his mood considerably. Her next comment about his engagement soured his mood even more, and he scowled. âPerhaps you should ask my fiancee, if you have questions about my engagement,â he said, his tone sharp. âIâm sure that you talk to her quite a bit, yes? I imagine that sheâd be happy to give you whatever details youâd like.â
When Tracey presumed to know what he âalways did,â Felipe found himself getting even more irritated with the girl. She was apparently determined to ruin his day even though he hadnât done anything to her to instigate, and he wished that she would leave him in peace. âAnd how do you know that I am always looking for Daphne? You donât know enough about me to know whether thatâs true or not. Either way, I have to come here to eat, so I would be here regardless.â Felipe talked to her slowly, as if she had trouble understanding. It seemed that she did. âMy fiancee is her own person and can do what she pleases.â
