odette greengrass

Slytherin 6th Year, Almost-Heir to the Greengrass family fortune. “The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you, the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused farmer. He was nice, though. He sent me a kind letter saying that while he was flattered, I wasn’t really his type. ”

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You're not supposed to be here.

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Odette! I could totally give you detention, you know.

[swanlike-odette]

But you won't.

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You're not supposed to be here.

You should be in bed by now. 

[swanlike-odette]

Probably, but you're not going to do anything.

[swanlike-odette]

Unbind me.

If not for Lucius Malfoy and his tendency to boast Odette wouldn't have been down there. Amos had been missing for eight days and thirteen hours, not that she was keeping count, of course, and until Lucius began shooting his mouth off, she had no idea where they were. It was the Malfoy yearly ball and he'd had far too much over matured liquor and started boasting about how he had been chosen to hide their Lord's prisoners and He seemed to always come to Malfoy manner to torture them now. And for the first time in her life, Odette found herself thankful for Lucius Malfoy's existence.

And she was sneaking downstairs. She'd taken her shoes off and was carrying them in her hand as if silence would protect her and she knew that in her overly glittered ballgown she looked out of place in what might have in another life been a dungeon and it was damp and cold and smelt like the heavy weight of blood and fear but she pushed on. Tendrils of hair pushed out of her perfect hair do, as if it too knew that she was breaking a rule she hated with all of her heart but she pushed on. And hoped she wasn't too late because people had been known to fade under the torture their 'Lord' provided and he was a fighter but she didn't know how far that could stretch. 

He was there of course, she'd known from the moment she stepped down there as if there were some kind of pull between them and had she known what they were she would have thought of magnets. But as it was her only thoughts were of him and how she could get to him and it wasn't hard to find the key on the wall but he didn't seem to be responding to her whispers and her hands shook as they reached out. 

But then she was there knelt with him and pulling his head into her lap as he opened his eyes and her dress felt damp from his blood but she couldn't bring herself to care. He was there. He was alive. She could save him. 

"Amos," She cried, pressing her forehead against his and tasting damp, salty tears when she kissed him but she wasn't sure whose they were and it wasn't a time for caring all that much. "I'm here, it's okay, I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" 

And she was filled with anger she hadn't expected for everyone who had locked him up but she knew there would be a time for anger is and this wasn't it because she needed to get his hands free from the ties that bound him but her wand was under her corset and her fingers kept shaking as she tried to get the knots open. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" She mumbled, forcing herself to breathe in time with the repeated words so that she could think straight. 

And when she was done, she pulled him up. And her own voice cried as he winced in pain and she knew she only had seconds to get them away before she was found and she couldn't go back up there because of her dress being coated in his blood but she could send a note making her excuses later. 

"It's okay, we're going to St Mungos and you're going to be okay."

"Stay with me?"

"As long as you need me."

[swanlike-odette]

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[lanceselwyn]

Goosebumps instantly prickled up on Lance’s forearm at Odette’s feather light touch. “I would happily prove it,” he replied, suddenly moving his arm so that he could entwine his fingers with Odette’s. He glanced up at the girl then, an unspoken question in his eyes. In case she still didn’t comprehend (for the purebloods could be a somewhat reserved bunch), Lance wetted his lower lip. “I think I am,” he replied confidently. “I’d like to try and understand this web of mysteries you are weaving though. Although a part of me doubts that it could rival all the secrets hidden away in the Selwyn vault at Gringotts.”

[swanlike-odette]

Odette could tell what he was thinking but if he wanted something, he would have to be the one to step forward and take it. She wasn't about to push forward on something she wasn't sure about. "perhaps we should make it a game, you working out all our secrets."

[arctic-heard]

[swanlike-odette]

Call me.

She wasn't even sure why she was there. One moment she'd been walking up Diagon Alley and the next her feet were taking her to a pub she only knew by name because he mentioned it all the time. A week had past since she'd seen him, one long week since she'd told him that she couldn't do it any more. and that he had to go. A week since she'd told the one lie that broke her heart and left it's bitter taste on her tongue. "I never loved you. It was all just a game, Amos. I didn't think you'd ever fall for it." And she'd laughed cruelly just like she'd been told to and sent him away, told him to never come back.

Her mother had told her to. She knew about their relationship, she said, and if Odette didn't end it, she'd tell her father.her father the Death Eater, her father that she'd watched torture an innocent child, her father who wasn't the man she loved any more. He'd hurt Amos, she knew that. He'd go after him and Amos would die, he'd die fighting for her and she couldn't have that. She couldn't let him die for her. And so she'd sent him away. She'd pushed him out of her life with lies her mother had fabricated because it was for the best. It was the only way. And this once she had to be brave, she had to let him go just to protect him.

And so she didn't know why she was there. Odette had walked there against her better judgement, hoping with all her heart that he wasn't going to be there but praying she could just see him one more time. She knew she was selfish, knew she'd been spoilt and always ended up with what she wanted but she couldn't be selfish with him. Not when he could be hurt. Because missing him was better than the thought that he might not even exist on her earth any more. 

But still she found herself there, hands firm on the bar as she looked up through tired eyes and said, "Is Amos here? Amos Diggory?" in whatever voice she could muster. And then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement, small at first but hands pushing through the crowd to move them out of the way and then he was there. Stood in front of her and for a moment she thought no time had passed.

But she saw it, the nuances in his features that gave away his feelings. His eyes were lined and tired and she knew hers would be were she not completely made up to show a brave face and he stood closed off, like no one could touch him and she wanted to reach out but she knew she should turn and leave because it was best and she'd had her one glance but she couldn't leave and she couldn't turn and she just wanted to hold him.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, tears slipping onto her cheeks and burning paths through the mask she'd worn and she couldn't even imagine why she thought she'd ever get away with it because he'd always seen right through her. But she should leave, she thought, and she was an idiot for putting him in danger and she had to protect him. But then his lips were on hers and his arms around her waist crushing her to him and she was fully crying but she didn't have the energy to care any more. She was home again.

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Persuasion || Amos & Odette

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"Then I guess you’d have no problem telling me what I’m thinking right now?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table with a huge smirk. There weren’t a lot of people who could could read Amos. Maybe that was because no one really knew him or maybe it was because he was too good of an actor. Perhaps it was both. But he doubted Odette would be able to actually guess his thoughts.

"Perhaps you should. There’s no part like a pureblood party, I suppose. I should know. My mother throws them all the time and the amount of alcohol consumed is kind of ridiculous. But I’ve always seen the men drink more. Maybe your parties are different." He shrugged. A light chuckle escaped him as Odette spoke. " I did say when I choose to be, didn’t I? I don’t choose to be a gentleman all the time. But thank you for overlooking them this time, Miss Greengrass." Amos smirked. "Sante? Ah the French and their beautiful language. In that case then, Sante." He clinked his glass with hers before taking a huge sip. 

[swanlike-odette]

"You're doubting that I could ever read your thoughts because normally people can't read you and it must either mean that they don't know you or that you're a really good actor." She laughed. Odette had played this game far too many times that she could give generic answers and pretend they were completely about the person in front of her. Plus, she knew how she would think were someone to say something like that to her and perhaps that would always influence her answers. 

"The women drink more to escape the men drinking. It's a beautiful cycle to watch, though even better when you're allowed to drink through it yourself." She grinned and pushed her hair back out of her face. "Well let me know when you want to attend and I'll be sure to add fancy things onto your name on the guest list. You will have to wear a suit, mind." It was a joke of ourse, he wasn't actually going to walk into her social circle. Almost no one did that, and when they did they seemed to be treated with scorn and disdain. Of course, she didn't like it but to succeed she obviously had to go along with it simply because it was the done thing. Odette raised her glass and clinked it against his before drinking. 

[swanlike-odette]

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[lanceselwyn]

Lance’s face suddenly felt extremely warm. “I didn’t mean it like that," he spluttered. "And I’m pretty sure he’s a blood traitor, so really and truly you can rest easy. I don’t understand why you’re so opposed to telling me these things though. It’s not exactly a huge secret which families have the power. For instance, I would imagine they suggested wizards like Malfoy and Avery, but not someone like Mulciber. Am I on the right track?"

[swanlike-odette]

Odette laughed, turning his hand so she could run her fingertips up his arm. "You'll have to prove that now love." She smiled at him, almost looking like she was thinking about his question. "Perhaps you are and perhaps you're not. And maybe you'll never understand the inner workings of the Greengrass family. We're a complicated bunch."

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[lanceselwyn]

"Whether the person be annoying or not doesn’t always have too much to do with it," he replied. "He’s still a pureblood and he’s been fairly blessed in the looks department." The words tasted like acid on Lance’s tongue. "Just tell me, is he one of the men your parents have urged you to consider?”

[swanlike-odette]

Odette just managed to stop herself rolling her eyes at him. "if you're going to comment on his looks, I think it's me who should worry. And though I don;t need to answer to you, of course he isn't."

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Persuasion || Amos & Odette

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Amos laughed lightly. “How do you know I’m not? Can you read my mind?” He asked teasingly.  Amos watched as she took her seat, sitting like the prim and proper girl that she was. It looked kind of uncomfortable, sitting like that, but he wasn’t going to comment on it.

"Oh yeah? I guess you learn something new everyday." He chuckled a bit. When she offered money he quickly shook his head. " Oh no, I got it. It wouldn’t be fair for me to invite you out for a drink and then have you pay, now would it." He said. "And plus, it might be hard to believe but I can be a gentleman when I choose to." He called the lady over and ordered two firewhiskeys. After a few minutes she came back, placing their drinks on the table. Amos smiled at the woman, handed her the money and then finally turned to Odette. "Bottoms up…or whatever it is the muggles say in this situation."

[swanlike-odette]

"Of course I can." she answered, with a grin on her face. It was true that she was very good at reading peoples thoughts and faces as if she could truly see everything that went through their minds. The fact was that she knew enough about him to be able to put his jokes together and create one of her own of equal measure. 

"Perhaps I should take you to one of our balls so that you can see for yourself. I'm used to it and still it worries me quite how much is spent on champagne for one nights amusement." Odette laughed a little. As he insisted on paying, she smiled gratefully but made a mental note to repay the debt when she could. It wouldn't do well for her to owe someone her social group wouldn't approve of. "Actually, if you want to be a gentleman, you should know that you've already made a few unforgivable mistakes. Though I am willing to overlook them this time, Mr Diggory." She teased, waiting patiently as he ordered the drinks for them. "I don't know about the muggles, but in France they say Sante."

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I need to know...

[themisplacedselwyn]

"But are they the same lesson? The ocean works endlessly to try and make its actions match the love it feels for the shore but we as humans use actions to try and hide the emotions that lie beneath our surface. Not to mention the ocean has all the time in the world to seek what it wants, we as humans aren’t limited with our own time constraints."

"Would you settle for getting me something practical over something extravagant?"

[swanlike-odette]

"It becomes the same lesson because we do it for the love of our families. If limiting emotions will help them, then I am not opposed to doing so."

"How about something both practical and fun?"

[themisplacedselwyn]

I need to know...

[themisplacedselwyn]

"Emotions aren’t so easily turned off though… In the end you’ll feel what you’re going to feel. But respect is linked to what you show people."

"Sure, you can’t ask me to stop? There’s so few people I get to freely and honestly compliment. And though it may be selfish I should it might there’s an appeal to being someone’s favorite for once."

[swanlike-odette]

"And yet we try ceaselessly to turn them off. Nevertheless, my father used to say that the ocean ceaeslessly tries to kiss the shore and that I should take my lessons from that. And if the ocean never gives in that why should we?"

"Fine, but you must let me buy you an extravagant christmas gift to make up for it."

[themisplacedselwyn]

I need to know...

[themisplacedselwyn]

"Now, don’t say that. You could be successful and happily wed without being so cold and cruel."

"And I never had a doubt that you were. Though I think you’re a lot more than the standard pureblood lady."

[swanlike-odette]

"Perhaps, but you can't want to save some people horrid things and remain respectful in our circle."

"Liam you will have to stop with these compliments or i will have to dclare you my favourite."

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[lanceselwyn]

"Was that sarcasm I detected?" he asked, licking his lips as Odette’s lips touched his knuckles. Lance wondered vaguely if he’d eventually go crazy as an effect from the girl’s teasing. "Well, that’s good then," he replied faintly. "What about that Diggory guy, though? He’s a pureblood and the creep flirts with anything that has legs. And your legs are especially fine."

[swanlike-odette]

"Would I ever be sarcastic?" She smirked at him, looking through thick eyelashes. She know the effect she was having on him and really it thrilled her a little. "He's nothing more than a mild annoyance Lance"

[lanceselwyn]

"Because I’m interested in you, Odette," he replied with a shrug. His index finger ghosted over the delicate, pale skin of her wrist as he spoke. "And I find nothing wrong with that," he added with a grin. "That way I’d know for certain that I had you all to myself. And it’s not talking, so much, but making a move, I suppose.”

[swanlike-odette]

"You are? Who would have guessed?" She grinned. She pulled his hand up towards her lips, placing the ghost of a kiss on his knuckles before dropping them down. "Then I can reassure you that no one else is making a move, nor would I expect them to."