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Colin Ford ph. Connor Cruze
( â fleurxdelacour )
âuh huh.â fleur wasnât buying any of his reasons right now, sheâs pretty sure that even if itâs not his complete fault, he still have done some part on doing it. âbecause you have done some mischief, and you shouldnât be doing one too.â Fleur said as she crossed her arms signifying that she wasnât pretty much happy with what he have done and with the reasoning heâs throwing to her right now. âyouâre in big trouble young man⊠well..â she sighed, ânot that much big, and donât even bother talking about zis about your father. Unless you could think of some ways I could forgive you?â Fleur said giving her son a chance.Â
âi know  â sorry ma.â a mumble passed through the hufflepuffâs lips, gaze dropping to the floor as scuffed trainers kicked gently at it. as much as louis tried it wasnât the first time this had happened, nor would it likely be the last that he got into a fight for reacting to whatever else someone had said â but that wasnât what to tell his mum. âplease can you not tell dad, or dom and vic.â theyâd all give the same speech, mirror fleurâs disappointed expression with a remarkable accuracy that always left an unwelcome feeling of guilt building in the pit of his stomach. âuh, i could cook? or promise not to do it again without really good cause?âÂ
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( â imogenevergreen )
âFine, but itâll have to be in Care of Magical Creatures or Defense. Iâm rubbish at the other stuff, and if it was PotionsâŠwell, Iâm boycotting it.â Imogen chewed on her lip as tapped her fingers on the table. She wasnât the smartest, but then again, she never wanted to try. She never stayed in a school long enough to even be able to get comfortable. Old habits die hard.
âCalm down, 007.â She muttered helping herself to another piece of toast. âYou just need a name that nobody will connect to you. Or hell, it could be something random as calling you Sir Spork.âÂ
âeveryone knows iâm useless at defense anyway â we could work with that, then no matter how MUCH  â tutoring â we do, no one will question anything when i donât start to improve after a while.â friends had tried as much before. masonâs talents just didnât lay in the realm of defensive spells, but that was  WHY this mattered to him. it was his chance to contribute, to do something worth being remembered for rather than as a somewhat shoddy dueller.
âsir spork may stop people from taking me as seriously as iâd like them to, even if they donât know itâs ME that theyâre listening to.â a light grin takes shape over his lips, free hand rubbing thoughtfully against the back of his neck as his mind drifts elsewhere through the logistics of their plan. âdo you think a  DIFFERENT  empty classroom each week would work?â
( â protectivematriarch )
â Oh, you sound just like your father â Her eyes closed while she shook her head, she didnât mind, of course, but sometimes it seemed like she was the only one seeing the similarities between Louis and Bill which could be rather annoying at times. Molly shook her head, gently letting her hand slide through her grandsonâs hair while a sigh passed her lips when had he grown so much anyway? It seemed like it was yesterday she got to hold Louis for the first time. â You are your fatherâs son, in my eyes at least. â
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âYou think so?â Louis glanced up, eyes too bright at the though to crinkle cynically as they would were anyone else to say those same words. He always wanted to be more like his dad, like Bill, yet most the time he felt like the furthest thing from him no matter what he did. Molly would know though, surely, if someone would â she knew Bill better than anyone. âPeople say Iâm like maman, but I'm never like him.â The blond shrugged, leaning into his grandmotherâs touch as fingers picked absently at a splinter on the side of the chair. One day. He kept waiting for the one day to show his dad he was as brave as him, or at least could be close. Until then Louis was just glad for his grandmother thinking it, there were few other people whose opinion mattered as much as her's anyway. â â do you think he believes Iâll ever be like him?âÂ
protector / protectee starters
âno. you canât go, itâs too dangerous.â
âitâs not dangerous. iâll be fine.â
âiâm not going to let anything happen to you.âÂ
âyou canât keep me safe from everything.â
âjust be careful.âÂ
âiâm always careful.â
âyouâre going to get yourself hurt.â
âi wonât get hurt, i promise.â
âi wonât let them hurt you.â
âyou canât save me from this.â
âplease try and stay out of trouble.â
âif anything happened to youâŠâÂ
âiâm not sure how to keep you safe.â
âiâm not going to let you out of my sight.â
âthis is the only way to keep you safe.â
âyou canât keep an eye on me twenty four seven.â
âeverywhere you go, i go.â
âitâs not your job to protect me.â
âitâs my job to protect you.â
âdonât worry, iâve got you.â
âno one will hurt you as long as iâm breathing.â
âyou donât understand how dangerous this is.â
âplease come back in one piece.â
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( â imogenevergreen )
The pleading tugged at her heart. It was important to Mason, and getting the issues out was important to her as well. Maybe she didnât need it as much as Mason as she kept herself busy with Quidditch and detentions. Yet it was a genius idea, if done correctly.
With a sigh, she leaned on the table. âWeâll need to find a place to broadcast and a way to broadcast. Weâll need an excuse to be out of the common room. It canât eat into Quidditch practice or my solo drills or else itâll look suspicious.â Imogen said quietly. It was her way of saying she was in it for the long haul.Â
âAnd, youâll definitely need a new identity.â Imogenâs brain was reeling with ideas and plans, but she kept them to herself. There were too many people around.Â
although she didnât say it imogenâs words were enough for a grin to turn on the cornerâs of masonâs lips, taking the thoughts as agreement â at least as close to it as he was going to get. the idea was a great one but he wasnât naive to the extent that he believed he could get it done himself. he did need her help, especially in the beginning.Â
âi donât know a place, but we could always say youâre tutoring me, use that as an excuse for needing to find somewhere quiet and out the way? itâs boring enough no one would bother asking any questions.â his fingers tugged absently at the end of his sleeve, eyes darting up to her with a hint of amusement. âit wonât mess with your quidditch time, i promise - i wouldnât dare.â mason might not play, but he sure knew better than to interrupt her doing so. Â
âa new identity  â sounds cool. always thought i should be the kind of guy with a codename and people trying to hunt him down.â
( â cavallrie )
she was not a fan of violence in every case, she despised it. but, it was her brother defending her and it was hard to stay mad at him. â itâs your duty to protect me?â she repeated, arching her brow â donât listen to assholes who talk shit about my back lou â â dominique had to be fair, it was her who didnât feel comfortable at hogwarts anymore and maybe her brother thought, that the boy who talked shit about her back possibly was the reason, or one of the reasons. â please tell me they didnât expel you from school, because if maman finds out then⊠well you know her when she gets mad â
perhaps duty had been the wrong word, yet louis sure wasnât going to be the sort of guy who let people talk about his sister without doing something about it. his only regret around the situation was that dom had found out about the fight before he could make a better excuse to explain just why he had gotten into it. âwell â now you donât have to listen to them saying that shit.â a shrug passed the hufflepuffâs shoulders, his free hand pulling backwards through messy blond curls. it was stupid to think maybe if dom felt better about hogwarts she might be happier being there, being with him, but a part of louis hadnât been able to push away the thought after it had first crossed through his mind. âexpelled? no â merlin, i have detention every day for a few weeks, but he started it too, it wasnât one-sided enough to get me kicked out. you wont tell her about it, right?â
( â codemarlene )
The Hogshead was at its busiest - the regulars had found their way in after dinner, and anyone else who wanted a drink away from the chaos of the Three Broomsticks was there as well. Although not exactly a chatty bunch (the general cloaked culture of the place getting in the way ) this was when Marlene had the most company. This was good for the Order of course, as it was generally when she heard something useful. But it also was good for her, staving off the boredom as the conversations at the Hogshead always promised to be interesting.Â
The creaking of the door alerted Marlene to the arrival of another customer, and as per usual she glanced up to try to ascertain something about the new guest. Her quick glance shifted, however, to a narrowed eyed stare. Sheâd recognize that scrawny build and that cloak just about anywhere. She turned away for a moment to fill a drink and answer a regularâs questions (part of her job was to charm them after all). When she turned back, she rose an eyebrow and spoke in a lowered voice.Â
âDo your head boy and girl know about the hooligans that are running about the taverns in the evenings? Maybe I should write one a letter and let them know.â Her words were threatening, but her voice was affectionate. She couldnât really be angry with him for coming to see her, but Merlin didnât he know what kind of risk it was to wander out after dark?
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on the best of days the passages to hogsmeade were creepy and damp. when it was later in the evening than dusk they managed to surpass that to disturbingly eery, and yet mason had done the walk enough times that it struggled to seem too bad when at the end of it was the chance to see his older sister. heâd done it enough times to know going later meant he was less likely to be seen, blending in with the hogsmeade crowds until the hogshead was visible in the distance and the hufflepuff could duck unnoticed through the door into the warmth of the inside.Â
it took only the raise of blue eyes to spot her familiar blonde hair behind the bar, knowing too well marlene would have probably of recognised him the moment he entered as he made his way to an empty seat up at the counter. the place was busy but mason was happy to just talk to his sister in the moments she had spare, fingers tapping absently against the dull wooden counter top as eyes trailed across the back of the bar to prevent them lingering over a copy of the daily prophet plastered with any new list of missing people â grateful not to have to wait long for marleneâs distraction.Â
âhooligans?â he repeated with a grin, momentarily pretending to ponder on the word. âif i see some iâll be sure to warn them both.â his joking overshadowed the fact that perhaps it wasnât safe for him to still be coming out, not anymore, but he couldnât not. seeing marlene was one of the few things that kept him sane as he pulled a hand back through messy hair. âyou miss me enough to pour your favourite brother some firewhiskey?âÂ
misc. angst. // sentences .
â I just wanna feel something. â
â Can you really judge me for being this way? â
âAs if you were any better! â
â You donât understand what itâs like, you really donât. â
â Oh yeah? You know what? Fuck you. Thatâs what. â
â There is so much pain, and I⊠I donât know how to not notice shit. â
â I hate what I see. â
â I wish I had never met you. â
â Do you think Iâll ever be as pretty as her/him ?â
â You donât need to pretend to give a shit about me just because people are watching. â
â Fuck you. â
â Where were you !? â
â Get the fuck out! â
â I canât look at you right. â
â What do you want from me, ( Name ) !? â
â I canât do this anymore. Itâs over. Leave me alone. â
â Nothing is going to change. Nothing. Get that into your head. â
â Trust y o u ? I did trust you ! And you broke my heart ! â
â I gotta go. â
â You know what? Fuck this. Iâm out. â
â Life is one fucking beauty contest after another, fuck that. â
â Suddenly iâm not good enough for you, is that it? â
â I donât know how to change it. â
â Iâm so scared that this feeling wonât ever go away. â
â I feel like shit when Iâm alone, I feel like shit when Iâm with you; nothing is going to change, not even you make me happy anymore, so whatâs the fucking point, huh? â
â Itâs fine. Itâs not like you belonged to me to begin with. â
â Do me a favor? Stop calling me pretty because it makes me uncomfortable. â
â It hurts â because it mattered! At least to me, but⊠â
â Why⊠do nice people choose the wrong people to date? â
â We accept the love we think we deserve. â
â I canât be with you. I wonât be with you. â
â Youâre all I have! â
â Stop blaming me for your mistakes !â
â What do you want me to do then!? â
â Looking at you is a constant reminder of how I fucked up. So could you please⊠please just⊠go away? â
â I under what itâs like to be different. â
â Iâm very different. â
â Iâm damaged. â
â Everyone leaves. Itâs okay. Iâm cool with it. â
â What do normal people do when they get this sad? â
â Because of what you did â Iâm damaged! â
â Iâm too fucking sick of the world. â
â Why is this so hard ? Jesus christ⊠â
â I canât remember the last time I felt this⊠bad. â
â I guess I saw it coming, but I chose to ignore it. I chose to look away because I thought⊠I thought that this time would be different. What a joke. â
â Iâm never the one. â
â Your choice is simple, her/him/them or â me. Iâm sure sheâs / heâs / they are great, but I⊠I love you.â
â Oh⊠youâre staying with her/him/them. â
â Iâm in love with him. â
â You knew this was going to happen, and you fucking let it â do you⊠do you even have a heart? â
â Youâre so fucking cold. â
â I need you to need me back! â
â I really do hope that youâre happy. â
â I try â so hard⊠and⊠Iâm never the one.â
â Heâs an asshole, he just canât hide it anymore. â
â Jesus Christ (name) , could you just⊠do something?â
â Iâm sorry! I canât help it! I donât even want it!â
â That was your fault. â
â Why canât you admit that you canât stand what I am !?â
â Iâm upset! â
â Do you have any idea⊠what youâve put me through? â
â Iâm sorry Iâm not the perfect person you want me to be! â
â You must have all the answers then. â
â Iâll figure it out. â
â Donât come running to me when you change your mind. Itâs over. Iâm done. â
â Donât ever call me again. â
( â loathedlineage )
                     âUhâ âŠ. n-no.â
Emerald orbs wide and expression strangely innocent, Amelia looked like a deer caught in headlights. Uncertainty laced her tone however it wasnât because she was unsure of her answer (she knew it perfectly well), but because she was unsure of what kind of response she would endure. She had been assured muggleborns were just as new as she was to the wizarding world though Amelia felt her situation was a completely different one altogether. Granted, she doubted the boy knew of her âsituationâ but it wasnât enough to help ease her feelings of unsureness.Â
                âIâve only really heard about it and honestly it,                 uhâ ⊠well, letâs just say the idea of watching                 people fall a thousand feet and break every                 bone in their body isnât exactly my idea of a                 âfun timeâ.â
      âOh, well you should definitely come to a game then â my next one.âÂ
There was a part to Oliver that always forgot qudditch wasnât ingrained in everyone, that not all witches and wizards had parents who took them to watch the sport before they could yet walk. It was a fact he only recalled at her words, shoulders raising in an apologetic gesture though the spark that never left his eyes at a mention of quidditch remained alongside what was just short of a cocky grin, but instead lingered somewhere alike to cheerful certainty that she would love the sport were she to witness it firsthand.Â
           â â hearing about it is totally different to seeing. Rough sport,            but people rarely plummet to the ground during a normal match            with too severe consequences, I came out of doing so alright in            my own fifth year, âreckon youâd like it, if you came along.âÂ
Louis: My first thought upon waking up every morning is usually "the fuck?"