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Post by ncorner on Dec 10, 2009 16:24:39 GMT -5
Nicolette sat in the kitchens, parchment in her hand with a table in front of her. The House Elves, scurrying around her for no particular reason whatsoever, occasionally stopped at her side. ”Are you okay, Miss?” they asked, “Need anything else, Miss?” Nicollette shook her head, dismissing them, as well as herself, into a world full of thoughts that never met ends. She wasn’t here to eat until her stomach protruded a foot from her body, nor to drink to her heart’s content. At the current moment, shewas trying to work on a Care of Magical Creatures essay. It just so happened that she was enjoying herself with a firewhiskey while at it.
One of the House Elves stood beside her now, his bat-like ears (much too big for his head by all means) tilted into a listening position. Nicolette had started questioning the small creature about twenty minutes previously, but they had gotten nowhere. Throughout the entire time, Bitsy looked anxiously around, as if unsure that sitting with a human witch-girl was allowed for his kind. Surely there was work elsewhere that he could be doing, and he was slacking off. Perhaps he’d have to iron his fingers for this or something of the sort. “And that’s how the teleporting works, then, Bitsy? Nothing else to it?”
The House Elf nodded, blinked a few times, and bit his lip. “But Miss, I’ve got to help the other House Elves with some of the other chores. Unless you need anything else, Miss, am I free to go?” Bitsy squeaked, his voice fearful. She nodded. When the creature started to scurry away, she called, “But could you please bring me a lemon custard tart? I’d appreciate it…” The House Elf nodded and scurried away.
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Post by zabini on Dec 12, 2009 14:50:59 GMT -5
Looking down over the owl over and over again as he felt the tears forming in his eyes. How was he suppose to believe that Lily Potter, the girl he got pregnant had been attacked, and well frozen. That his baby could be harmed as well as the girl he was starting to care so much about. Yes he didn't love her as in a romance way, but see this was different. He loved her in a caring way. One of those ways where he would die if she got hurt. It was horrible, definitely seeing that Axel had never,w ell Axel hardly ever cried.
Wiping his eyes he walked up to the kitchen, wanting some alcohol or something to get his mind off of this horrible incident that had just occurred. Siting down, he didn't even notice the girl at first, just the house elf that walked up to him. "Do you need anything kind sir?" The small house elf asked. "Get me a bottle of fire whiskey. The biggest one you have." The house elf eyes went wide. "Why sir." Right then Axel sorta snapped. "Don't question me you! Just get me the damn whiskey." He said feeling the tears come back to his eyes slight.
Shaking his head the house elf covered his face and ran off. Wiping his eyes he starred up at the girl who he just now noticed. Shaking his head he looked down. "Sorry..I..I just am not having a good day." He said softly. |
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Post by ncorner on Dec 13, 2009 11:10:33 GMT -5
Nicolette jumped at the heavy footsteps that sounded from someone entering the kitchens. She could tell almost immediately that it was a male, and that he had to be either angry, frustrated, or some other emotion that was equally strong. The footsteps were too heavy, too loud for them to be anything else. She took that back after considering that it could just as well be a girl in a terrible mood, or a heavier-set girl. She bit her tongue, and watched as some boy, clad in Gryffindor robes , entered. To her great surprise, he was crying. Not only was he a boy, but he was in Gryffindor! Where the brave of heart were, did such things as tears even exist?
What sort of terrible thing must have happened for a boy in Gryffindor to cry? Did his parents or someone close to him die? Had his pride been hurt and had he been humiliated so greatly that only tears were a logical answer? Nicolette held in a sharp breath as well as the urge to ask him what had happened. ‘Curiosity killed the cat,’ She reminded herself silently, her teeth clamping down on her tongue. A small house elf tottered up to him, asking politely what he or she could do for him. The boy snapped at the elf, demanding a large bottle of firewhiskey and wiping his eyes. There was no need to be that way to the creatures that fed him every day. It was just uncalled for.
‘Curiosity killed the cat,’ she reminded herself, ‘But satisfaction brought it back’. The last part rung in her ears, repeating over and over. It seemed that she had to say something, if not to get an answer, but just to say something to make the ringing stop. “A…bad day, then? If you don’t mind me asking, what’s wrong?” She asked him. The house elf brought her back a lemon custard, and she nodded in thanks. Then, under her breath, she added, “Can you bring me a firewhiskey as well, please? Not quite as large, but a normal bottle?”
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Post by zabini on Dec 18, 2009 11:27:11 GMT -5
What wasn't wrong in Axel's life at the meant. Everything was going downhill and fast. His baby's mother had just been attacked. HE waited on her to wake up for a week, only to find out that she was a damn murder! She took off running, only to get caught and most likely sent to Azkaban, which meant he would be a single father once the baby was born sicne it would be given to him after the birth. Then if you want to make everything worse, he got punched in the face by James because he got Lily pregnant. His best friend now, busted up his lip. Then only about three hours later his girlfriend found him and was going to tend to his wounds, but when she mentioned James he snapped telling her he got Lily pregnant. Bella, the only girl he has ever loved ran off, leaving him there, and now he hasn't seen or heard from her in three days!
He was starting to go clearly crazy, or so he thought. Laying his head down on the table he heard that voice reply to him. "I just have a lot going on in my life right now. And Think I am possibly going crazy, but I haven't figured that one out yet." HE said as he sat back up thanking the house elf as she brought him the large bottle of fire whiskey. He sighed and took a long long sip from it before sitting it down and wiping his mouth. "And I doubt you want to hear my story." He stated
That was the truth in his opinion. Who would want to sit there and listen to a seventh year gryffidors story, defiantly when they didn't even know him. Damn his on friends didn't want to put up with him! He was loosing everything in his life. His friends, his rep, his respect, everything was going down the drain with that stupid Lillian Luna Potter!! |
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