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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 8:11 pm
Felix gave a nod. "K, danka mijn Toblerone." He said, but Toby was already gone. He stood a moment in thought, letting the order of events play out in his head for a moment before smiling to himself. Fefe bent down to scoop up his electronics, shrinking them down to a managable size again before slipping them into his tight pocket. Then he trotted over to the door, peaking out to watch Toby walk down the hall. "De Ballen~." He said quietly, before leaving the empty classroom and heading for a general food-source direction.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 11:51 pm
She might not have been looking at the time, but that slap of wet skin on skin was just audible enough for Isis to wince but continue walking. If she turned around she knew what she would see, and who instead of the Slytherins she would have to report, possibly leading to suspension.
As soon as Nyx was out the doors of the great hall Isis grabbed the girls wrist, dragging her along and away from the bustle of the rest of the school. Word of what happened would be out soon enough, and then for Nyx there would be hell to pay. The shorter Ravenclaw almost comically dragged the sulking Gryffindor off, slowly building in rage. Finding an empty classroom after a few deserted passageways and quick slips into areas few knew about Isis threw the girl inside, locking the door behind her and sealing it with a quick charm to prevent noise from escaping the walls.
Flinging the girl away from her as hard as she can Isis stuffed her hand into her pocket, ignoring the tingling which had begun from the prolonged skin contact with the girl. "Nyx, what the bloody hell were you thinking?! Do you realise what's going to happen now that you've given slytherin everything they ever needed to paint you as a monster with no self-control?" Isis was fuming, fuming over Nyx's stupidity, fuming over the way Nyx didnt stand up for herself with words rather then fists, fuming over how she had to now lock herself in with this girl who caused her so much pain and joy. Fuming at the way her stomach still flipped when she looked at the Gryffindor, the way her heart disobeyed the mind's intentions , wanting to tackle the girl into her arms while also maintaining objectivity.
Exasperated and at a loss for words the feelings inside her continued to brew though her tongue was unable to articulate. Instead it left her there, hapless before the girl and waving her arms, pacing trying to figure out what to do or say.
"Well, what have you got to say for yourself? What are you going to do?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 12:09 am
The hallways seemed to whizz by her, the voices blending in so deep they were nothing. As they traveled up the seven floors, Nyx finally had a chance to cool down. She trailed behind Isis numbly, hardly realizing the empty classroom for what it was until she was flung inside. Thanks to her so called 'grace', she managed to snag a desk to keep from falling. Now the prefect was yelling at her... Why did they travel seven floors for this?
Nyx listened to her quietly, her face softened into a blank mask. Only when Isis finished did she straighten up and stare at her with a steady eye.
"I was thinkin'... 'Tha' b*****d jus' called my mum a whore.'" Her voice was soft, lulling in its' honesty. "Then I though', 'I'm gonna beat 'is worthless face in.'" Tenderly, she lowered herself onto the desk she balanced on. "I din' need teh give them anythin'. Anyone who knows knows well 'nuff tha' no one insults mah parents. I lose c'ntrol." Nyx's brow lowered. "I am a monster, 'n I ain't got no self control. Not in terms to that."
Silence reigned for a few moments.
"I have teh say 'e deserved it, I 'njoyed it, 'n I'll accept the consequences. Th'worst they've done b'fore is detention..." Nyx's eyes wandered slowly away, tired of taking in the painful beauty before her. "Unless this i'nt about the fight 'ny more." She mumbled, indicating the events of yesterday.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 12:29 am
As Nyx spoke Isis' pacing slowed, finishing with heavy steps as she collapsed into a desk a row away. Seeing those eyes and that blank mask staring at her, piercing through her body...Isis had to look away. Swallowing a lump in her throat Isis sighed, reaching up to rub the back of her neck as though exhaused instead of a ploy to stall.
Damn. The marks were still there.
Wincing sightly Isis dropped her hand, attempting to focus her thoughts with deep breaths. "I just..." Isis' voice was soft. Why did she still care? "You didnt...." Another sigh.
"I know what he said and did was over the line. I know. I care about your mom just as much as-" Isis caught herself.
"I just...what I mean to say...is...that...Nyx, you know how much I hate to see people get hurt or break the rules. Even if he did deserve it the teachers are going to get the story every other way and objectively, you went more over the line then he did. Alair is going to have to pull off a miracle before that boy gets the nose back out of his skull and...and it's going to reflect badly on you, possibly worse then a few detentions." Dark hair shadowed her features, hiding her face from view. Underneath the table her hands were clasped, gripping hard.
How was she supposed to help?
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 12:56 am
Nyx was quiet, watching the way her feet swung back and forth under the desk. She idly noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, but didn't dwell on it for too long. Nor did she dwell on the mismatched buttons. Yeah, she might have gone over the line...
Okay, she'd probably be in trouble for this one. No worse than that time the kid's arm broke though, right?
A soft exhale could be heard as she idly tilted her head back and forth. Isis didn't like seeing people get pummeled, she enjoyed pummeling people who deserved it... Nyx sighed. Well, s**t.
"M'sorry." She grumbled sincerely. Sorry that she did something that Isis didn't like, not for what she did. Nyx licked her lips, noting how dry they were. "I'll stop gett'n inteh fights." Hesitant fingers scratched the back of her neck. "I..." A frustrated sound. "I wanna stop mess'n up an' here I go screw'n it up again. Now it feels like'm dancin' on egg shells in rock shoes!"
The tall brunette stood up and calmly approached a grimy window. "I know... Ev'n if I stop mess'n up and... Fix things, yeh prolly still won' forgive me. I dun' like that, but I can't do nothin' about it. I c'n try, I s'pose... But fer right now, I... Dun' deserve anythin' from you 'cept anger. Yeh... Dun' gotta treat me civilly or nothin' yeh dun' wanna do." The tall frame wilted a little. "Hones'ly, I'd prolly feel better if yeh slapped me a few times or some'n."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 12:39 pm
"I just....I dont like seeing people get hurt." Golden eyes looked down at the desk with a soft sigh. She really couldnt help the soft smile which formed on her face at the other girl's analogy and the sound of her voice.
Hearing her get up Isis looked up slowly, silently admiring the profile of the tall girl with the light of the window framing her face. It wasnt a beautiful spectacular sight, but still one that Isis would cherish quietly in the back of her mind when she went to sleep that night.
At Nyx's remarks about wanting to be hit Isis let out a quick puff of breath, something between a snort and a laugh, but without the humor. "Nyx, after...after what we were, even for that short period of time you should know that I dont hate anyone, though I can dissaprove of their actions strongly. I also dont treat people like scum or as if they're below me just because I dont like them. I also already stated that I dont like seeing people get hurt. Tricked maybe, if they deserve it, or something along those lines, but never in danger. If I know that fear, and know what it does to a person, why would I unleash that pain on someone else?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:43 pm
"I dun' like see'n good people ge' 'urt..." Nyx growled quietly in her response. It was low enough to go with out notice, but Isis could have heard it had she been paying attention. She looked at her hands. Tanned skin covered the tops, and a peach on her calloused palms. They were almost too large for her arms, but fit well with the rest of her body. A thick thumb traveled over it's opposite knuckle, the mountain swollen with force. They were good hands, gentle and kind in their own right. It was the idiot attached that lead them astray.
Nyx slipped them into her pockets, quietly ashamed of herself. "Fear s'healthy. Without fear, we'd be too cocky 'n die too quick." She listened until the pause.
"'ate, 'n anger are diff'rnt." She replied softly to the quiet room. Her timbre was slightly raspy, whispery. A rough hand reached up and threaded into thick tangles, pulling them out with no effort. Veela hair, a very useful thing: Practically detangles itself with a light brushing. "'ate makes you a weaker person." She continued. "'cause it consumes yeh. Contempt fer an other's bein' alive, wishin' they weren' there. Yeh can' be yerself, when 'ate gets 'old o' you. Yeh lash out with 'ate, lash out 'orribly. Twistedly... I dun' believe you 'ate me. That'd be... Stupid."
The tall figure turned, her eyes dark in the shadows of the morning sun that outline her frame. "Anger c'n make yeh stronger. S'an emotion tha' can create things, get things done, and do them theh best yeh can. Because with anger, yeh control the medium..." Nyx licked her lips and then bit her tongue. After a moment, she let go and started approaching the sitting prefect. "Yeh c'n use it, bottle it up, or act onnit. N'after a while, t'can can away. Migh' leave be'ind resen'ment, annoyance, or a strong grudge... But th'fire only fills yeh up fer so long before it flickers out or drains."
A hand on either edge of the desk, Nyx leaned forward, getting very intimate with what was now Isis' personal space. "Now tell me," She growled out darkly, her voice very serious. "Yeh ain' angry at me, tha' yeh dun' wanna hit me, 'n tha' I'm not scum. Tha' I'm not scum, ev'n though I went so low on theh moral scale tha' I could lick the dirt if I stretched my tongue out far 'nuff."
((I hate spell checking Nyx's posts. XD There's so much red! Lol))
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 11:13 pm
Now she was too close. Isis didnt miss a word, not a sound emanating from those faraway lips. Nyx's presence seemed to swirl all about her whenever she heard the timbre of the Gryffindor's voice, filling her with calm, unease, joy, hurt...amid the conflicting emotions however, the sound made her pay attention.
Then the eclipsed shadow was moving, looming closer. Golden eyes flicked down quickly as Nyx approached, watching the path of feet loom up before dissapearing under the desktop. One hand, then two. Large hands, large and slightly calloused, but gentle in their own way as they held her tight, braced her securely in the deserted hall...Isis' hands clenched.
"That's just it though, Nyx...you'd have to stretch your tongue..." Isis said quietly, calm as her head slowly raised, looking calmly into watery green. "That man you worked for...he's the only one with his body stuck in the mud, and it's him that I'll never forgive so long as he continues as he does. I am...dissapointed, and angry...but what I think shouldnt matter anymore. The only reason we're here is because one minute you were allowing a Slytherin to taunt you, and then the next you were threatening to kill him."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 11:39 pm
Nyx's nostrils flared as she slowly stood straight and her hands pocketed. She watched Isis quietly, her face calming considerably and smoothing. Accidentally, she'd gone off track. Either way, it felt better getting that out.
"I was allowin' 'im to taunt me." She snorted. "I allowed 'im teh trip me, n' teh insult me. I din' care... But me mum? Me poppy? S'like som'n snaps. Jus' because they're tryin' teh insult me makes'm think they c'n attack me parents. No..." Mussed brown locks bounced with the shake of her head.
"M'sorry I snapped. M'not sorry fer 'is broken nose or 'nythin' else 'e might be feelin'. 'cause that was a good lesson learned."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 11:55 pm
"But you shouldnt..." Isis said, voice soft and grasping at words.
It shouldnt be this way.
"You shouldnt let them walk all over you Nyx, but you cant
answer every challenge with your fists either. That's all I'm trying to say."
You dont deserve what they do to you.
"We should probably get going, or we'll be late for class." The Ravenclaw said, easing out of her seat and retracting the charms around them as the door slid open.
Why did it have to be this way...
"Take care, Nyx." The softest of murmurs, followed by a tiny wave as Isis' head bent, looking at the ground and dissapearing out the door.
((mleh...headache))
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