* --- YOU [&&] ME [vince!]

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* --- I N E V E R

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Four people. Four people Lucy Weasley could remember. Only those four people, and nothing, no one, no where else she could remember. Four people had come to be an improvement from the number zero. People tried to get her to be optimistic about it, just like she once was, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see any bright side. She was still meeting people every day who's ears were escaping the gossip that Little Lucy had lost her memory and had become somewhat depressed. She had an extra reason for that, a man in Azkaban who called himself Jack. Ever since meeting him, he'd been talking to Lucy using her mind. She'd messed with it, made her hear things, and see things. She was undoubtably scared. She was not totally depressed; well, yes, she had been, to the point where she'd cut herself seven times, but show it to anyone intentionally she had tried hard to avoid. There was one person she'd shown the scars to. There was that one person that made her realise something; never to tell or show her family what she'd done to herself. His shocked expression and soft tone had made her regret what she had done immensly and instantly. She didn't want to have to show her family, at least, not yet. Maybe some five years into the future. No, ten.
The person that made her realise this was none other than Vince LeBlanc, who was, before the accident, like a brother to her, and the fourth person she remembered. But he still wasn't a brother figure to her now, no, something more than that. After showing him her scars, yelling at him and walking away, Vince had stopped her, turned her around and kissed her. This move had come as a shock to the young Hufflepuff, not only had she just remet him, but it was her first kiss and, he had told her, she had had a brother/sister relationship with him. Not any more.
Lucy thought about Vince regularly, and it still put a smile on her face, which was, under the circumstances, quite impressive for her.
Awaking that Saturday morning, Lucy couldn't help but open the curtains to let the sun beam down, filtering through the windows. She also couldn't help a great big grin find it's way onto her face. She opened the window, only to close it a few seconds later. The day had the illusion of being warm but despite the sun, the cool air nipped at Lucy's soft skin. She sighed and got dressed as quick as possible. Everything she did seemed to be quick and effortless, instead of dragging on and putting everything she had into it. Her life was light again and Lucy could actually breathe. She was dressed in a yellow shirt that reflected her happy mood, a yellow hoodie, which had a Hufflepuff badge sewn on it, jeans and pink converse. Maybe it didn't go but Lucy was glad to be able to say she was passed caring. Her ginger hair tumbled over her shoulders. She looked grown up for once.
Stepping outside of the Hufflepuff Common Room she shivered lightly. The Dungeons was dark and cold. Still the Weasley smiled as she remembered who she'd been with the last time she'd been here... hugging into his side. She instinctvly knew where she wanted to go. The kitchens; she wanted to figure out how Vince had got in there. She began to walk close to the wall, down the corridor. It wasn't long before she was standing outside the Slytherin Common Room. The exact same moment she tripped out from a Slytherins' outstretched foor. Whether they were simply stepping outside or intentionally tripping her, she didn't know. Without looking at the Slytherin, she blushed and mumbled, "Sorry." She rubbed her elbow which had been made sore in the fall.

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TAGGEDVince Leblanc!
WORDSsix four nine
OUTFITHappy?!
NOTESsorry for the crap post, I can't rp. Gahh,
CREDITyumi, I wanna by aar.

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[aems]

How could a person still have an open wound... but yet begin the balancing game once again? How could the saying 'balancing on the edge of a knife' be so simple... and yet so complicated? And HOW had he managed to fall off one knife, only to catch himself balancing on another? And so soon after... His head felt like it was going to explode. Did he still have feelings for rina? How could he when his feelings for lucy were so strong? But... was he fooling himself? He didn't know how to answer that. Frustrated he pushed himself up from the couches in the Slytherin common room, and began pacing the room, restless. He rubbed his eyes. Sleep had not favored him over the past few nights. And already he could feel bags growing under his eyes. He shoved his hands into his pockets, fiddling with a random fire whiskey cap he found within.

If he was serious about her... he would have to give it all up. Her life was screwed up enough without him adding alcohol to her life. If one drank... often the partner did too. He had proven that with Carina. But Lucy... she... He sighed not even knowing how to word it in his own head without feeling foolish. But she had... an innocent sort of glow around her... dumb as that sounded in his own head. And tarnishing that with his own habits was a sin. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his eyes again. How was this going to work? He loved her... but on the other side, if he loved her shouldn't he keep his bad habits away from her? Meaning... if he couldn't break them (which he didn't think he could FULLY), that he should not even go there?

A shadow passed over his face. But then who would she go to? Her brother? He cursed aloud, but barely drew a glance from the others in the common room. HE was the one who had caused these second thoughts... But as much as he hated to admit it, was the man not right? He had a drinking problem, and his family was more screwed than everyone else. The git went too far as to say he was like anton... That was TOO FAR. But Lucy's brother had a few correct points didn't he? He groaned, going stir crazy.

He pushed the entrance to the common room open, suddenly finding it impossible to say within the room for one more minute. He stepped out, too involved in his own thoughts to notice a girl just passing in front of him. His attention snapped to her almost instantly though, as she collided with his foot and began falling... falling... falling... fell. His arms only seconds from catching her, she fell taking the impact on her elbow. He bent to help her up, and lifted her light form to a standing position. "Sorry I-" He cut off as she apologized as well. "No, it was my-" Vince finally took in the girls face.

He lowered his eyes, angling his face to conceal the black eye that had not quite fully healed. A flood of shame came over him. He somehow didn't feel good enough to look at her. After all... he had issues beyond her comprehension... and they, admittedly, would most likely never fully go away. But... He stole a glance at her face, he... he loved her... He shook himself demanding that that loving part listen to his conscience. If he loved her he should let her go... He was not good enough for her. He swallowed his question of why she was down here and remained silent, having half a mind to walk away... or go back to the dark common rooms.

[lucyw]

* --- I N E V E R

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Anyone that had known Lucy couldn't say Lucy wasn't a happy girl. She was undoubtably a happy girl. In face, the Past Lucy used to hang around with depressed people just to make them happy again! And it was so difficult for most not to love the adorable redhead. She was so amusing, that was certain. Plus she had never cared what people thought of her. She hadn't been a Hufflepuff. She'd been outspoken, happy, laughable, and friendly. But now ... every time someone tried to tell her that was what the Old Luce had been like, Lucy had interjected with that precise fact. That was Old Lucy. New Lucy was more thoughtful, more quiet, more mature - and, somehow, more depressed when with certain people. But with others... With others, she smiled a lot and laughed, as if nothing was wrong and it gave the illusion she was actually capable of smiling and laughing. As if it didn't drain her energy and make her exhausted.

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TAGGEDVince Leblanc!
WORDSsix four nine
OUTFITHappy?!
NOTESsorry for the crap post, I can't rp. Gahh,
CREDITyumi, I wanna by aar.

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[aems]

[please finish, please finish, please finish... *goes insane* I LOVERS YOU!!!! Dont let our plot die!!! =( ]

[lucyw]

* --- I N E V E R

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Anyone that had known Lucy couldn't say Lucy wasn't a happy girl. She was undoubtably a happy girl. In face, the Past Lucy used to hang around with depressed people just to make them happy again! And it was so difficult for most not to love the adorable redhead. She was so amusing, that was certain. Plus she had never cared what people thought of her. She hadn't been a Hufflepuff. She'd been outspoken, happy, laughable, and friendly. But now ... every time someone tried to tell her that was what the Old Luce had been like, Lucy had interjected with that precise fact. That was Old Lucy. New Lucy was more thoughtful, more quiet, more mature - and, somehow, more depressed when with certain people. But with others... With others, she smiled a lot and laughed, as if nothing was wrong and it gave the illusion she was actually capable of smiling and laughing. As if it didn't drain her energy and make her exhausted. Of course it did, but the aftermath on those of who she loved's faces was priceless. She loved it. She loved them. But she felt wrong to deceive them. Every night she used to lie in her bed, almost crying herself, softly to sleep. Because she felt that bad. Stupid. To be someone like that. She didn't feel like herself. Not that she had a past to reference herself to.

The question on her mind she annoyed everyone, including herself with the consistency of asking it, was “What happens if I don't get my memory back?” It was insanely possible. Going through life without any recollection of herself? It was scary. A scary thought. That constantly haunted her mind. If she never remembered herself... Priceless memories. Her first dance. The first time she made someone laugh.

Gone. In a puff of smoke.

Vince had brought up the idea maybe someone had planted the brick there. But who would be as sick as to take pleasure in watching a completely innocent young girl stand by and have everything she knew knocked out of one ear? No one would. No one, not one person, could be as sick as that. Could they? Lucy tried desperately to push the idea into her mind. But … Vince was so passionate about it … maybe he's right. Maybe someone set it up.

No! She refused to believe it. No. No one could do that to her. Who would revel in the pleasure of killing a part f her like that? She hated the thought. Detested it. She wouldn't believe it. No, never. Not even if she regained herself.

Lying there, before ... before his arms warmed her up by helping her stand. She began to smile at him, before catching sight of his face, his expression. The red returned to her cheeks as she looked down. Feeling like crying. But she forced herself to look up at his face. Just staring at his face. His eyes. They scared her. They seemed to just dissect her … to see past her body. Into her core. But he looked away. Trying to make his face shadowed … to cover the bruising of his skin. She felt the anger bubble inside her. Stupid Fred. Punching him. Beating him. For what? Being himself? Loving her? Like he told her? She hated him. Hate is a strong word, but that's why she used it. She hated the way Fred just jumped in. Vince. He hadn't done anything, but Fred acted as though he had.

Knowing the silence wasn't golden, she took tiny steps forward. Trying to warn him that she was headed for him. She was going to love him. No matter how he felt, about anything. She didn't care about his problems, she cared about him. That was everything that should have mattered.

Soon, although it felt like a paining eternity, she was in front of him. Staring at him, even though he refused to look at her. Was this it? She would have to take the control? Apparently so. She took a breath. Before one of her hands slipped into his, open, and the other tilting his face up to face her. To see the damage done. At the sight, she took another breath, this time angry, but looked back calmly. For him, always for him. Before she broke the awkward silence between them.

“I don't … understand why he did this to you. I didn't tell him to,” She murmered before saying what really was on her mind. “Vince, I … I love you.” She looked away, dropped her hand that had been carressing his cheek, before stuttering out a request, unusal, but a request: “Please don't hate me. For loving you, I mean. I know you couldn't ... you shouldn't ...” She closed her eyes, breathing heavier than usual, saddened at having to admit what she thought he felt about her. “I know I don't deserve love … especially not yours. I also know that … that you … couldn't love me … someone like me. But I … I just … wanted you to know how I feel. You ... you deserve it.”

Her hand, tiny by comparison, still in his, she didn't know what to expect any more. She wasn't breaking up with him but, now, she wondered, would he? With her? Her eyes were wide with anticipation for what was about to happen. She was staring, staring at him.

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TAGGEDVince Leblanc!
WORDSnine two two !
OUTFITHappy?!
NOTESI FUCKING LOVE YOU AEMS! <3 LET'S GET THIS RELATIONSHIP STARTED ;D
CREDITyumi, I wanna by aar.

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Everything in his mind disappeared, all worries and concerns pushed to the background of his mind. It seemed as if his mind had been turned into a cave and all that could be heard was the echo, one single echo that repeated, never ending: loving you... loving you... He shook his head and lifted her up to stand an inch from his own face. Vince looked down into her eyes and barely heard the rest of her awkward, drawn out, blabber. It was not necessary. He knew the whole gist, and that alone had made him the happiest he had been in a long time. He was not the only one with feelings; his feelings had been returned. That and her standing in front of him was really all he needed. He looked at her as he caught the last of the sentence, and finally put a finger on her nose, distracting her enough to make her listen to his words. "Lucy... do me a favor, shut up." He smiled at her and pulled her into a gripping hug, not willing to let go. His whisper traveled to her ears just inches from his face. "You deserve to know that you are a beautiful girl, and you deserve more than I... but seeing as we are both of that opinion, we can settle for deserving the same amount. MEANING... you get to know I love you, and have for a while. So again, shut up. All that... it wasn't true. You deserve more than who I am, my habits, my quirks. But we are obviously both settling for less than we deserve." He pulled away from her slightly and winked at her so she could see.

"Now... with that settled..." Vince shuffled his feet. "I never really did make it official... or not that I remember anyways..." He squeezed her hand in his. "Will you officially be my girl?" My smiled, and tried not to show how nervous that question truly made him. A fear of rejection had always passed through him, with every girl, no matter how she expressed her feelings. Just because a girl liked you, didn't mean she had to say yes to the question. He shifted, a sort of subtle bounce, that showed a hint of his impatience for her answer. They had sort of already gone through this part, but he was no longer sure of her intent. She stared at him, and he smiled awkwardly. "Um, like... y-you dont have to..." He rubbed his neck and looked back up at her, still holding one of her hands tightly. "We never really did... you know... official... so I thought it was best to... understand each others intents... and... yeah. I still dont deserve you and all... but maybe, if you were okay with that... we could work something out...?" He had dove into her form of pointless blabber, but he hated the silence that stretched between them, and it had to be filled with something.Her history, her memory, none of it mattered to him. He would work through it with her if she gave him a chance. Unless of course she was trying to break up with him... Worry flashed through him. He had a rough history too, but most of it he had tried to change. He had been an ass, an alcoholic (yeah... okay, he was still working on that...), a player, all of the above. But they each had a past that each had to work through, and they both needed support, why not support each other, kill 2 birds with 1 stone, and not have to worry about feelings in between? Lay it all out in the open... the ball was in her court. "Ill stand by you. I don't care about your past. ...I thought id say that..."

[lucyw]

Lucy wondered why her family didn't really approve of her going out with Vince. She had, after the memory loss, not been one for disappointing them. Just by being her she thought she was disappointing them. Not being able to recollect herself ... She shuddered with the knowledge of this. A failure. That's what she was, what she viewed herself. Why didn't everyone else see her as one?

"You'll get it back." They insisted she would, but unless they could read the future, how would they even know? That's right, they wouldn't. She hated the way they did that to her. Almost forced her to believe everything would be alright. Lucy knew better. She wasn't a naive little girl any more. And as she forced herself back into the present, a tear almost slid from her eye in the knowing of this information.

Somehow it may have been one of the most intense moments of her life. Maybe she was over reacting, but just standing there, in the silence of Vince, scared her. Suddenly she felt him pulling her towards him, and she felt warmth as well as the fact he probably couldn't hear ... She felt the blood fill the peachy patches of skin that was her cheeks as he stared into her eyes. Yet Lucy continued to speak. The Weasley wanted him to hear everything she had to say, like it was a need more than that of a want. But she realised her voice was giving way at the end as the stare got more intense. Breaking the eye hold, Vince plopped his finger down on her nose. Confused, Lucy struggled to look at it instead of him, scrunching her nose and forehead in confusion. But his words captured her and she let her gaze drift back to him. "Lucy ... do me a favour, shut up." His lips were curved upwards and he pulled her into a hug, one that was tight and Lucy doubted he'd let go of. At first, she was tense, but as her brain started functioning, it took all of her strength not to jump on him. Her arms slid around him, pulling him closer. Vince was basically the only person who didn't judge her, or try to feed her lies about gaining her memory. He was a very important person to her. Vince was nearly the only person she had left.

"You deserve to know that you are a beautiful girl, and you deserve more than I..." His voice, so close to her ear made her jump in his arms, but she listened to what he had to say. "but seeing as we are both of that opinion, we can settle for deserving the same amount. MEANING... you get to know I love you, and have for a while. So again, shut up. All that... it wasn't true. You deserve more than who I am, my habits, my quirks. But we are obviously both settling for less than we deserve." He pulled away from her to wink, and she felt her cheeks betray her by turning to a light pink again. He loved her? How was that possible? Lucy was ... Lucy... How ... She was staring at him, this time, confusion muddling her features, as she tried to work out how he could willingly or even admit he loved her. His words were almost lost on her before her brain tuned in to the low buzzing that was his voice.

"Now... with that settled... I never really did make it official... or not that I remember anyways..." He squeezed her hand in his. "Will you officially be my girl?"

Now, shock was on her face ... although she didn't quite know why. Maybe she hadn't expected him to ask her such a question. Just because he liked her, didn't mean he would ask her a question like this, and so soon after Carina. She remembered him telling him about her; this had been done after the memory loss. She hasn't expected him to ... no.

He began to go into her awkward blabber and she was on some level aware that he was gripping onto her hand, and going into an awkward, fill the time sort of babble, rather like what she'd done herself. With a grin as his speech came to an end. she acted like him and rested her tiny finger on his nose. "Vince? Shush," She dropped her hand to around him, pulling herself as close as possible without actually hugging him. "I've just told you I love you. Of course I want to be yours officially." She grinned slightly, the words feeling awkward as they left her mouth.

He told her he didn't care about her past. She'd forgotten about that. She pulled him towards her, hugging him fiercely. "I don't care about your past, Vince, I just want you as you are." sliding her face to look up at him, she asked one simple question, "How?" referring to how he could love her.

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Anxiety ran through him. She had turned around, her personality no longer that easy to read. Lucy's face no longer remained an open book. Her emotions... they spread over uncountable acres, something he could not fully see without binoculars or some sort of seeing glass. He was stuck in a foggy room, in which he saw things that he only thought he saw. Nothing was confirmed. Nothing was certain. Nothing with her was ever certain. But he knew he loved her. Was that not enough?

He felt her arms around him, and almost instantly relaxed. She was not shying away from him. But it took her longer. Eventually she relaxed in his arms, her breathing slowing to match his, each breathe traveling over the hairs of his arms. Lucy seemed distant to him, almost as if in her own distant land. He was not the only one with crap weighing down his mind. And he knew for a fact she was confused, just as much as he was. They shared that. Raising the total of similarities that they had hovering between them. But he didn't think he would care if they were the 2 most different and opposite people in the world.

His own blabber cut off, he shut up and stared at her as she spoke the words he had hoped to hear for a long time. He knew it had not been that long between her and carina... but carina had distanced herself from him long before the 'official' breakup. So... if rationalizing anything (which was not necessary anyways, as he knew his true feelings) it was longer than a few months between them, if you counted the- Vince shut off his thoughts. He didn't need to rationalize this, which was exactly what he was doing. He knew who he loved, and who he would kill and die for. Azkaban was nothing when he held her love in his heart. "I don't care about your past, Vince, I just want you as you are." He stared at her, mouth gaping open, slowly breaking into a smile. He stepped forward willingly at her touch, ridding the two of the space between them.

But his smile broke, and he frowned. "How? Are you crazy? Wait- dont answer that. You must be, if you are asking me that." He rid the space between them completely, grabbing her shoulders and bringing her body up against his. He looked down at her, into the eyes of his angel. "I have never judged, and dont abandon those I love because of an experience they have been through. Thats how. And you of all people should know that. So you better remember it." He smiled, and kissed her lightly on the forehead, drawing her into a propper hug. "And if you ever forget it... just ask." He smiled to himself at the little joke, more than content at who was in his arms.

[lucyw]

Lucy used to be a simple girl. Easy to read, predictable in a sense. Pranking had been her life. The only person she had been remotely interested in, even if it had been just a little, was the boy in front of her. Vince LeBlanc. When she met him after memory loss, it was as if those feelings had been amplified, massively, and when she remembered him, her heart ached for him. And frankly, even now, in his loving stare, she was scared. Scared of love, scared of what was happening to her. She'd never been in love before, and she was so scared that something this huge was happening to her, so fast, with all the other crap she'd been through.

She knew she wasn't the only one with problems. She wasn't so self centered. Vince had problems, just like her. Alcohol. He used to be a player. Before he fell for ... Carol? Was that her name? Whatever the case, Lucy's teeth grinded together when she thought about her. How anyone could break up with someone as sweet as the boy standing before her.She just supposed he wasn't to her taste. He was, however, very much Lucy's taste.

Nd. ( ( Written on mum's comp. remember that, yumi. >< ) )