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Post by marcus on Jan 12, 2010 17:28:45 GMT -5
The sun was out, which in ways was a very good thing. Marcus hadn't seen the sun in more than two weeks, mostly due to the last bit of snow the grounds had received cause a cluster of gray clouds to hand over the grounds, giving it the usual appearance of February weather, and was starting to feel like he was slipping back into a life of black and white, right and wrong, that his father use to provide him in his youth. His dad would tower over him in studies, making sure everything he did followed procedure, that nothing was a mistake, and everything was correct. Which thinking about this reminded him of the piece of parchment that was rolled up in his jacket pocket.
He continued to walk on the slightly snow dusted grounds, the sun having almost melted it all, making his way to the lake. It had been ages since he had been down there, and he figured this would be a good time to re-read the letter, then light it ablaze as if to symbolically burn off the last of his fathers image from his mind.
Marcus found the old willow tree by the lake that he'd come down to in his first years at the school and read at. It seemed every year its branches would twist and jumble up, following the patterns that Marcus had done himself, twisting and jumbling up on the inside. Did he care? Not anymore. All he cared about was getting his hands on Griffon, and now that he knew the magic to carry out his bidding, he was hell bent on setting off to his place this weekend, sneaking off from the walk down to Hogsmeade.
He sat down, his back to the trunk, as he pulled out the coffee stained parchment, unrolling it softly, as if it were a relic of some distant world. His cold, green eyes glazed over the scribbled writing.
My Son,
I have been meaning to write to you for months, but after our spill three years ago, I haven't been able to bring myself around to it till now.
Many things that I have told you, are not all entirely true. There were reasons for your mothers death that even I can't explain, but I can not write them on here. Sources have told me you have found Griffon and are planning to go after him sometime soon, I'm hoping you get this before then so that way you can hear it all from me instead of Griffon.
I ask that you meet me, friday night, at the Hog's Head, to go over the things that i can not include in this message. I fear son, that if Griffon tells you, you will head down the wrong path that you are not meant for.
Please meet me.
Oliver Harding.
He starred at the piece of paper, a tear slowly slipping from his cold eyes. How could his father lie to him? After all these years!? Marcus heard foot steps in the background, and he calmly folded the paper up, setting it in his lap.
Outfit:Click!Music:Know your Enemy-Green DayNotes:Marcus has gone dark/crazy so watch it! >.< lol |
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Post by jessamyn on Jan 13, 2010 0:01:34 GMT -5
There once lived a Fairy-Tale Princess
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To say she was happy to see the sun would be like saying a kid was just looking forward to Christmas. No, Jessamyn was thrilled to see the sun, to see it finally attempt to warm the grounds and rid her life of that terrible white stuff everyone else seemed to so thoroughly enjoy. She hated snow and everything it represented. So for February to be here, to be warming up her life, well it was warming up her as well. Jessamyn was responding like a flower would to the sun. It drew her out onto the grounds. Having felt the best in a long time, she had even designed to wear a bit of jewelery and some make-up. Smiling, she headed out to bask in the glowing warmth she was sure was just outside of the cold castle doors. But when she pushed through them, she found it was still chilly. She felt herself begin to scowl as she cast a warming charm around herself. Jessamyn felt like she had been lied to. Was the sun not peeking out and melting the gods cursing snow?
With a sigh, she turned to take a walk. Being outside would do her some fair amount of good. And even if it was lacking in warmth, the light of the sun felt great on her skin. It would be pointless and a waste of energy to just turn around and get her cloak when she could enjoy the sun with a warming charm. Soon a smile spread across her face. The charm had been used many a times at night when the desert was known to get cold. And in just a few months, she would be back in her desert for a couple weeks. Yes, she had gotten permission this morning to go visit the Clan. Today was destined to be a great day. Maybe she would even hear back from Marissa. Feeling as though nothing could go wrong, she decided to extend her stroll and visit the lake.
Jessamyn had never been to the lake. The kids usually did that in groups or went to run laps around it. Jessamyn did yoga and as such did not require a lake. She had been warned about the Giant Squid. A creature that surely could not be living in the Hogwarts lake. How would it have gotten there after all? A bubble of laughter arose from her throat. These foolish Scots with their lake monsters. At least her people had stories that meant something. The Scots only seemed to want to scare their children not teach them. Avoiding a puddle the melting snow had caused, Jessamyn thought longingly of the dry sand. It was a shame that she had to charm her shoes clean every evening after taking lessons that had occurred outside. And she realized that the ground getting muddier meant she was close to the lake. Looking up, she had to fight a gasp. That was a big lake. It was larger than she had thought would be a school. And once again she had to remind herself that she was not at the Academy.
A quick scan showed a boy sitting near enough to her. Upon sharper inspection, he didn't seem too terribly busy. Jessamyn headed towards him. She was seeking out company for once and this was the lucky boy. That is if he was pureblood. The fact that he could be a mud-blood left a nasty taste in the back of her throat. Scum. She hated them and everything they came from. Jessamyn just hoped that the boy was at least a half-blood. If not, then she was losing her skill. It was like a gaydar, you could just tell. Or that was how she saw it. As she approached, the boy seemed to straighten up, seemingly aware of company. She pushed her hair back and made sure her smile was in place.
"Excuse me, would you mind if I joined you?"
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And they all lived Happily Ever After
So, ends her tale.
[/font] Words: 666Target: Marcus; etcOutfit: hereLyrics: , .Note: let the angst begin,
also I couldn't add more after I saw the total words. =p
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Post by marcus on Jan 13, 2010 17:49:27 GMT -5
Marcus had grown up the first five years of his life to keep his place away from mud-bloods and muggles, being taught that they were nothing more than the dirt on the bottom of your shoe, though most of the time that was an understatement. It wasn't until his mother's death that his dad eased up off his hate towards the blood count in the world, and started to focus it more on Marcus. Why? No one really knows but his father.
Did Marcus hate them now after all those years? Not really. Blood was just blood in his eyes. All red and sticky, and very hard to get out of the carpet as he had learned from the beatings he received over the years. It seemed though that in ways they had affected his life. He was pretty sure Griffon was half-blooded, and not pureblood like his whole family had been. That now led the question he wondered the most, even now as he played around with the parchment in his hand, why attack the Hardings? Was he jealous or something? Rather silly thing to be, but that's how most wars were fought these days, over blood.
The footsteps came closer now. He could tell by the light crunching of the dusted snow grew louder behind him, and before he knew it a voice had called out from beside him. "Excuse me, would you mind if I joined you?" she had asked, and Marcus looked back, trying to see who it was. She looked familiar, but couldn't place the name just yet. "Not at all." he told her, now scooting over a bit so she could have a place to sit.
Yes, he had grown colder over the past few weeks, but one thing he could never forget was his manners towards a woman. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the silver cigarette case. He now remembered her, He had met her closer to the front just the other night when he came out to grab a smoke before bed. Turning to her he spoke. "You're Jessamyn right?" Taking two cigarettes out of his case he passed one over to her. "I'll assume you'll want one like the other night?" He chuckled a bit as he pressed the cigarette between his lips, his other hand drawing out the 13 and 3/4 inch Ash wand that was always with him where ever he went. He gave it a little short flick, a little flame appearing on the tip. He pressed it tot he open end of the cigarette, puffing slightly to get it started. When it had lit, he breathed in slowly, the smoke filling his lungs like instant heaven, flicking the flame out, and placing the wand back up in his pocket.
"So what brings you out here?" Marcus asked, slowly breathing out the smoke he held in his lungs.
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Post by jessamyn on Jan 18, 2010 19:29:22 GMT -5
If only I could breathe again
Then, I wouldn't drown[/color] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [/center]
She smiled in relief that he wouldn't mind the company. It wasn't often that she sought out other students in this prison she called school. She had half feared that he would refuse her and send her away. Instead he had moved over and offered her a seat and a cigarette. Jessamyn took the offered seat, glad it seemed to be dry and shook away his cigarette. She took out her own pack and joined him in the one habit that helped her stay sane. A thrill went through her knowing that he had remembered her name. What a lovely, well-bred boy. Here seemed to be someone worth spending time around. And after the fallout with Xander, she couldn't say that she had that many people she could label as such. She inhaled and exhaled the chemicals and felt them tingling her tongue and lungs. Why so many people were against their use was beyond her. Never would she dream of quitting.
His question brought a laugh to her lips. Why had she come out here indeed? The lake was not a usual location for her. In fact she had avoided most of the grounds. But now, today, with the sun, she had longed to see it and feel it and be just out in the open air. Gather, it was a lot of green. But the sun. She had missed it like a babe missed its mother. The joy filled her voice and eyes. Oh, it was wonderful.
"For the sun, of course. It's so cold and dreary here. I just wanted to get out and fill it on my skin." She looked down at herself. "Not that I really can with a warming charm. But, at least I can see it. And you, Marcus, darling, why are you out?"
She hoped that she wasn't disturbing his peace. Today, she was feeling light and thawed. Jessamyn wanted to be among people. But not if the other person didn't want her around. She didn't want to be a pest. Looking out towards the lake, she wondered what really lived in that huge body of water.
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If only I could feel again
Then I wouldn't fall.
[/font] Words: 363Target: Marcus; etcOutfit: hereLyrics: Walls Made of Glass, Self Made Soul.Note: eh, it's kinda short. sorryyy
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Post by marcus on Jan 19, 2010 17:23:26 GMT -5
Marcus watched as she took her seat and shoved away the offered cigarette, though it was a nice shove, if that was a tall possible. He pulled out his pack and slipped the offered smoke back into its rightful place. The pack rolled in the palm of his hand as he played with it a bit, thinking back on the nasty habit. It wasn't his favorite habit, nor had he been doing it that long at all. Mostly he had only done it recently due to the stress of the search and now his father appearing out of thin air.
Taking the pack, he placed it back into his jacket pocket as he started to listen to her speak. "For the sun, of course. It's so cold and dreary here. I just wanted to get out and fill it on my skin." He watched as she looked down at herself a bit. "Not that I really can with a warming charm. But, at least I can see it. And you, Marcus, darling, why are you out?"
He chuckled a bit at her comment. Magic would get on his nerves at times, especially now with her warming charm. he didn't see the need for silly magic like that, sure it would come in handy at times, but others it would really just get in the way. "I'm out for the sun too." Marcus told her, the thick Liverpool accent hanging out in his voice. "Though not for the warmth, just cause it's been awhile since I've actually seen it. He chuckled a bit at his and took a drag from his cigarette, repeating the same fluid motions as every smoke does.
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Post by jessamyn on Jan 24, 2010 2:04:57 GMT -5
If only I could breathe again
Then, I wouldn't drown[/color] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [/center]
She sat there, on the cool ground, beside her fellow smoker. And for the first time in weeks, no months, she felt like life was worth something. Taking a long drag of her cigarette and watching the exhaled smoke dissipate, she smiled. She felt so happy today that she just wanted to laugh and sing and dance in circles. There was no reason, no action, no trigger for her to be so cheery. Jessamyn just was. It made no sense to her and it certainly would make no sense to Marcus. So, she just stayed there, quiet with a huge smile. The sun was shining. It beckoned her to drop her charm, and she was tempted.
It had even drawn Marcus out to it. Though, he didn't seem as thrilled as she did about it. She wanted to ask what was wrong. To question why he looked less than exalted over the sun. It just wasn't her place. They were not nearly close enough for all that. After all, once shared smoke break did not make someone your friend. She had to remember that and be on guard. No one here really cared about her and so she wouldn't care about them. It was that easy. But, Jessamyn wanted real friends. She missed New Mexico so much. Only now was she able to fully understand these different accents. They were so thick and the English seemed to be so different.
She took another drag of her stogg and wondered what to say. Jessamyn was at a complete lost. It didn't help that she didn't know anything about the boy to her right. That left virtually nothing for her to draw on for conversation. So she decided to joke around, try out her American humor against his. "So, what you're a vampire now?" Her voice held laughter and glee. She seriously doubt that he was, or even a half. She would have known before this. Right? She winked at him and hit her cigarette again.
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If only I could feel again
Then, I wouldn't fall.
[/font] Words: 343Target: Marcus; etcOutfit: hereLyrics: Out Tonight, RENT.Note: Yeah...no idea what to write. Sorry.
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