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Post by isabella on Jul 24, 2010 0:18:45 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOUI DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE[/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Isabella Swan sat in an extremely familiar place, one she had known since her childhood, and one where almost all of her memories lied. It wasn't a surprise to her that she remembered the notice she got when her father died. After all, a shock that big stuck with a person. Bella leaned back against the chair which she was sitting at and ordered another butterbeer. Of course, most people would find it strange to see a girl her age in the Three Broom Sticks so late at night, and the people who came in a few times a day, had seen her there each time they came. In fact, Isabella hadn't moved from the shop all day. She would ask to switch tables every now and then to stretch her legs, but she always remained in the shop. Many would think this strange, but not her. She just wanted her memory back, and this was the place to get it back. Now, she sipped her butterbeer, and replayed a memory that she suddenly remebered, of the day she got the last letter her father ever wrote her.
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There was nothing left for Isabella to do on the Saturday after her father passed on. She had gotten all of her homework done although she procrastinated in between for about three hours. There were times where she hated being so damned smart. Her mind worked at an alarmingly fast rate…at least that’s what the doctor’s said after she woke from her coma almost eight years ago. She was the definition of a miracle, and she would never forget it. Her heartbeat hit flat line at least eight times, each time it would start up again. And not once was her father there for her. Instead he sent owls to the estate where her caretaker would read them to her while she laid half dead in a hospital!
As the memories came back to the young Slytherin girl she felt a surge of anger towards her father. Why on earth should she be mourning him?! The only thing that man ever did for her was bring her into the world. The only reason he left everything to her was because it was her right to inherit it. She threw on her shoes and stormed out of her dorm, the memories still livid in her mind. She walked swiftly out of the large double doors of the castle and made her way to Hogsmade, ready to actually ready the letter her neglectful father wrote to her before he died.
She made her way to the Three Broomsticks and opened the door hearing the very obnoxious bell chime, signaling another customer. She took a seat at a booth and crossed her legs under the table, completely ignoring the wide eyed waiter who came to take her order. She only wanted alcoholic beverages and that could wait until later. Instead she took the knife that was on the table and worked the blade along the dried red wax. Sighing she took the paper that was neatly folded twice to create three creases and ran her fingers along the familiar hand writing. Of course she couldn’t imagine his voice reading it too her…she barley remembered his voice at all…
“My dearest Isabella,” she rolled her eyes at that beginning and stopped reading. The rest was probably just more lies, so there was no point in reading on. She placed the corner of the parchment over the lighted candle and threw the now burning paper at a random coat, watching it go ablaze. She looked around to make sure nobody saw what it was and then watched as the fire was swiftly put out. It was then she was the only calm one and ordered a hot chocolate with whipped cream. Once it arrived she sipped it softly as she looked at the envelope with her full name printed in calligraphy on the front. She sighed and played with the corner of the table, feeling her wallet pressed tightly against her thigh by her skirt.
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It troubled her now not knowing what the letter had said. Perhaps it could have proved to be meaningful. Maybe it was an apology for everything he had missed in her life. Now, she would never know. Isabella gripped her mug tighter in her hand and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat before taking another sip of butterbeer. At the familiar ding of the door, she sighed, assuming it was just another one of the regulars. Standing up, Bella decided not to wate a perfectly good saturday evening. Instead of sitting around with a bunch of old timers, she was going to go out clubbing. It wasn't as if she wasn't dressed for it. On her was a black mini skirt that had only come up to her upper thigh when she had sat down, a white tube top shirt that showed off her Rose belly ring, and a pair of high black heels.
She stood up and made her way out the door, waving to the owner with a smile, walking down to the Seven Sins Nightclub. With a charming smile to the door man, she slipped inside, the pounding sound of music filling her ears instantiously. She smiled as she took in the scene on the dance floor, nobody she knew. Carefully, she manuvered her way through the dancing people, and over to the bar, ordering herself a firewhiskey. She smiled at the bartender, paid him and took a swing, turning to look at the scene in front of her. Although she was unfamiar with the song playing, it unsettled her that she didn't reconize some of the faces. It didn't take long for her to decide that if she wasn't going to be able to find someone she knew there in the next ten minutes, she would go look on the other floors.
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TAGGED: Scorp
WORDS: a lot
OUTFIT: click!
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by pencil on Jul 26, 2010 2:24:57 GMT -5
  Scorpius Malfoy had been known for many things. His family, wealthy purebloods famous for their former relationship with the late dark lord, his quidditch, and the fact that his previous years at Hogwarts had consisted with him screwing every attractive girl he could find. That, and playing quidditch, used to be his favourite hobby and women were just useless toys he used to satisfy the teenage horny-ness he couldn’t rid himself of. Well, considering he had recently found out that he was engaged to one of his best friend’s younger sister, he had had to make a rather large change in his lifestyle. Meaning that he didn’t go fuck every physically appealing girl he could obtain. He was doing pretty good seeing as he had yet to cheat on his fiancée – not that he planned on doing so. It had hit him a while ago that he did actually care for her and that hurting her and screwing everything up was the last thing on his agenda.
And then there was the Kiran thing. When she had persistently offered herself as a one night stand, it had taken everything he had to say no. He had already told her to fuck off, and as much as the voice in the back of his mind that was so accustomed to his only habits told him that messing around with Kiran would be harmless fun, he continued to try his hardest to ignore it. Well, this was his time to relax. After two months of his quidditch team’s constant moving with their games, he wanted a break to be around the people he cared about. He had only arrived back in Hogsmeade yesterday night, and drama had already erupted. But he didn’t want to think about that – he just wanted to get drunk and have a bit of fun.
Scorpius could feel energy flowing through his veins, or maybe that was just the alcohol he had a few moments ago. Music travelled throughout the room loudly and that was enough to distract he young Malfoy. Some drunken girl had happily pressed her ass against him as she swayed her hips on the dance floor. His cold hands lingered on her bare stomach and a smirk began to play at his lips he felt her shiver slightly. Burying his face into her neck, he realized that this wasn’t the best position for him to be in considering his wedding date was right around the corner. Softly pushing the girl off of him, he paced towards the bar in need of something to drink.
And then he saw her. He hadn’t seen Bella in a while – since he, and a few other death eaters, had made an attempt in kidnapping her. But that held no tension between them seeing as he had been masked at the time and she couldn’t have known it was him. And he didn’t want it to interfere with their friendship, which seemed to have already failed considering he took advantage of their friendship when it came time to capture her. But the two had their fair share of history and the memories could only bring an amused smile to Scorpius’ face. However, he had yet to realize that those memories had completely slipped Bella’s mind when amnesia had hit her.
“Bells, shouldn’t you be in school, sleeping in your dorm?” He began, smiling playfully towards her.
“Maybe I should report you to a professor. I’m sure Demetri would love to give you a detention. He’d probably make you strip for him.” He continued jokingly, placing his glass to his lips and swallowing its contents.
TAG: bella (:
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Post by isabella on Jul 26, 2010 15:09:07 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY LIKE YOUI DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU. I DON'T CARE GET A CLUE [/FONT] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Isabella Swan had moved off away from the bar after receiving several unsettling stares from far too old men. There was a fine line between being flattering and straight up creepy. They had crossed that line, with the way their eyes followed Bella's every move made her hair stand on ends. It wasn't long until she decided she wanted to leave this dance floor. As she went to find somewhere else to be in the large club, she saw someone she hadn't seen in quite some time. Scorpius Malfoy had been the biggest manwhwore in Hogwarts when he had attended there, so it served as no shock to see a girl dancing with him. She didn't quite remember him graduating, but since he was a year older than she was, and she was currently in her final year at Hogwarts, she knew he had left the previous year.
Taking a sip of her drink, she almost did a spit take when she saw him push the attractive girl away from him. Holy shit! He just said no to a girl, and one that was more than willing to get in his pants by the way she was dancing. She almost died. Had someone actually gotten through to him that he didn't need to sleep with every girl he saw? And that he could actually settle down and be happy? She looked away as he walked away from her and leaned against a wall, her hair still on end from the guys still staring at her from across the room. She took another swing of her fire whiskey and bit her lower lip, feeling a presence approach her.
With a smile, she turned to face Scorp. As he spoke, Bella's eyes flickered around him to the men at the table, now with a look of complete jealousy pointed directly at the Malfoy heir. She resisted the urge to laugh, being far to grateful towards Scorpius for realizing who she was. At his words, Bella actually did laugh. "That's what I should be doing. But you know I like to break the rules, Scorp." she said with a smile, finishing the last of her fire whiskey. At the mention of the History of Magic professor, she smiled, knowing that what he said was one hundred percent true. With a shrug she said, "That's probably only the begging of what he would make me do. Isn't he just a big a man whore as you were, Malfoy?" a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Even with all the body's in one area, and the rush of alcohol through her body, Bells was a bit cold, and she felt goosebumps rising on the uncovered skin of her belly, and her metal belly ring was only adding to the chill.
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TAGGED: Scorp
WORDS: a lot
OUTFIT: click!
NOTES: it sucks so bad  sorry
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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sorry