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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 16, 2015 22:18:16 GMT -5
One hundred pages.
There were one hundred pages that had to be read by class time tomorrow afternoon for Delia's Potions class. Quite a lengthy assignment for the first day of classes, but she figured she best not start complaining about it just yet. The workload of a sixth year was probably the absolute worst; even as a seventh year, she heard that the coursework was significantly easier and that there were far less responsibilities. Perhaps this was because most professors realized just how little most seventh years cared about their classes, given that they were only a matter of one academic year from leaving the school and being released into the real world.
But Delia had bigger plans than that. She intended to keep her grades as high as possible so that she might one day attend muggle college - if that was ever even an option in her lifetime. She supposed she could continue to dream about it, but for now she had to keep working on her studies.
This is what landed her in the auditorium that evening. It was typically pretty empty in the evening whenever it wasn't being used for a schoolwide function, so she perched herself off to the side of the stage - legs swinging aimlessly - and began to work on her reading.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 16, 2015 22:30:33 GMT -5
There was part of him that always hated coming back here. Part of him wanted to already be freed of the confines of the school, doing the work that his family expected of him. James knew that as long a he was kept between these dark stone walls he wouldn't be free to prove himself yet. He would still be seen as weak in his father's eyes, not ready to fulfill the destiny that came with his birth name. One the flip side part of him loved being locked away, giving him time to better himself before his family saw him again so the next time they see him he would be ready... or at least more ready than before. Then again this being his Seventh and last year why should he can so much as he has in year passed? He had learned all he was going to learn from this place, he was ready. Only they didn't see it yet.
His uniform was on point today, pressed and cleaned and you know he felt like the ruler of this school which he basically was. All the right people knew to fear him and those that didn't will soon, very soon. And as much as he would love to do anything else today looking and feeling the way he was, he was still walking across the floor of the auditorium, he still has to look like he gave a damn about his schooling, still had to study a little bit. And he liked the quiet sometime. He liked having the time to himself in this place.
But he wasn't alone, he looked up to see a girl where he would like to sit and study. With hair so blue he had swore he had never seen a colour like it before. James smirked some and cleared his throat before saying. "It's dangerous you know for a lady to be here all by herself this late. You might get yourself into trouble dollface."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 16, 2015 22:40:39 GMT -5
It never ceased to amaze her just how difficult the Potions classes became from year to year. Despite all of her studying, it went without saying that Cordelia wasn't the brightest color in the crayon box - despite what her hair might suggest - so the more she read, the more realized this class was going to be a challenge for her. Sometimes she wondered why she couldn't have been dealt a better hand when it came to mental capacity, but her parents always taught her one very important thing: be happy with what you have, no matter how little or how small.
Her attention was suddenly pulled away from the complex potion at hand, which served as a mild disappointment as well as a relief. She didn't exactly have the time for socializing and lollygagging just yet, but as her eyes tore themselves from the text on the pages, she felt an instant sense of euphoria for her already tiring brain... And she was only one page thirty-four.
It was a boy who was addressing her - one that she had seen around before but had never actually met. He mentioned something about her getting into trouble for being alone in the place, and she shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Most professors don't bother me here," she told him softly. "They realize I'm just studying, so breaking curfew for such a thing usually gets me by."
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Post by James Novak on Jun 16, 2015 23:13:56 GMT -5
He guessed she was pretty, in a odd not very conventional way. He liked his woman more classical looking and not with blue hair but hey, a woman is a woman. And his seventeen year old brain only know and wanted one thing from a woman whether or not she had blue hair or not. So he moved over to where she was sitting and leaned against the edge of the stage that her legs were hanging of the end of. He looked over her, not even bother to hide the fact that his eyes were wandering over her body. Not bad... not bad at all.
"Still seems odd to me dollface that you would risk getting caught out past curfew just so you can read. What's a pretty thing like you doing wasting your time doing studying as hard as you are anyways?" He only asked because he could see the look on her face, the way it was all tighten up. She had been studying hard and the stress was growing. But why? She was a woman... second she was done here she would probably be married off. Studying and school in general was wasted on girls. Personally he didn't even think they deserved to go here but hey... they were easy on the eyes.
"I don't think I have seen you around before, I feel like I would remember a doll with blue hair. Care to tell me your name?" He asked smirking some as he made eye contact with the blue hair vinex as his fingers tapped against the edge of the stage.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 16, 2015 23:27:41 GMT -5
In current times, it was nothing for a woman to be objectified because - in the eyes of men and society - they were nothing other than possessions. Cordelia had never seen herself that way, though, and was always taught that her life, body, and soul actually meant something... But that was sometimes hard for her to force herself to believe when she had males constantly doubting her abilities and eyeballing her features as if they were something they could sink their teeth into. Even the boy approaching her right now was trailing his eyes up and down her body, and she tried her best to disregard it, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in her own skin.
"It isn't a waste of time," she told him flatly, moving her gaze back down to her book to avoid his eyes. "I need to learn all that I can while I'm here. I hope that at some point in my lifetime I'll be able to attend some sort of college, even if it's a little one with low reputation. It would be a great experience nonetheless."
His pet names "dollface" and "doll" were just unpleasant in the worst of ways, and Delia found herself wishing she was out of there with each syllable he spoke. "Different houses," she commented as she pointed towards the different-colored crest on her shirt. "Might explain it, but no offence, I'd rather not tell it to someone who keeps running their eyes up and down my frame." A small, nervous sigh escaped her, and she brought the book a bit closer to her face. "And I really need to get back to studying."
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Post by James Novak on Jun 16, 2015 23:48:36 GMT -5
He almost wanted to laugh at how innocent she seemed. All wide eyed with dreams of going to college and cringing when he gave her "that" loo. You know most girls welcome it because it was at those moments they knew they had some value and some worth. But not her and it was almost refreshing, her fight was like a challenge. He was never one to shy away from a little challenge and the feisty women would normally carry the fight over into bed. He bite his lip and chuckled some before moving in a bit closer to her.
"Babycakes I hate to be the barer of bad news but the best a dame like you can hope for is that your daddy finds a good family for you to be married into. I wouldn't be wasting your time with your nose stuck in a book. Beside those stress lines aren't a good look on you. But the blue hair is... let me guess metamorphmagus?" That would explain why he had never seen her before, she was probably walking around this place with a different face everyday. She better hope the wrong people don't get her hands on her... Or the right people even. He was a big believer that woman had their place and it wasn't in their line of work. He never agreed with Fishers but what can you do?
"Clearly..." He said tilting his head up some as he frown some. "Oh you wound me babydoll," He said moving in front of her and running his fingers up to the book to lower it. "Come on sweetcheek tell me what your names is. And for the record you should be taking it as a compliment that I want to keep looking at you. Most of the girls in this school aren't worth my time but you... you're different."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 17, 2015 0:20:43 GMT -5
She had been warned her entire life of boys like the one who was preying on her in this very moment, and her stomach was beginning to churn in each and every possible way. Why wasn't she just like the other girls? Submissive, trained, and docile? No, she had to go and get upset or angered by any and every little thing, and she actually wanted to make something of herself and break the chains society had placed upon her. But was that just wishful thinking? Probably so.
"I don't even know that I want to be married," she replied honestly. Not that it was any of his business. He commented on her blue hair once more and hit the nail on the head about her being a creature capable of changing her humanly appearance. But was it wise to confess to such a talent? What if it made her an even bigger target for the affection of males? More desirable and exotic... "No, just a potion I created during my fifth year," she told him with a shrug of her shoulders. "Just shows that my reading isn't a waste."
His hands were so very close to touching her as he moved in front of her, pushing the book down and away from her face. She found herself squirming in her seat, trying to scoot back and further away from him without it being too obvious. He didn't deserve her name... At least, not her real one. "Adelaide," she replied, her eyes still not meeting his and focusing instead on the small space between them that was her only sanctuary. "And I'm a little weird if you hadn't noticed. Not like the other girls, so you probably shouldn't waste your time on someone like me. You can do better," she said nervously, trying to brush him off.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 17, 2015 12:14:52 GMT -5
"You say that now..." What was this girl's damage? She was so out of the ordinary that she had to have some fucked up reason to go around upsetting everything. He kind of liked it not going to lie, because for much as he loves a more submissive girl that will just do what she's told... James was enjoying this alot more than he should have. Something about how she was willing to contradict everything he said, how she clearly wanted to be left alone to study and "make" something of herself. A thought that still made him smirk some, poor thing. Well if she wanted to learn the hard way she can learn the hard way.
"I'm sure Dollface... You know when you lie you shouldn't hesitate so much." He should know seeing as he had been trained in telling lies since day one basically. "If you want people to believe you are lying you gotta believe it too with all your heart and just say it without stopping to think." But that was all he was going to speak on it. He didn't care about it that much she was easy enough to read easy enough to pick out the lies she was telling him. Hey it's apart of life is it not? His life, at least this one, could be seen as one big lie. Something he accepted long ago and now he just lives with it. He had pulled the book out of her hand and closed it, setting it down beside her and there was basically no where for her to go at this point. She was trying to move back but really if he wanted to he could easily grab her and keep her in place.
"Well Adelaide..." Another lie, silly girl. "I'm James, James Novak and that is not some fake name made up on the spot for the record. But I suppose Adelaide will do for now." She was right, she was different and weird and he deserved so much better. His standers where higher than some blue hair girl that like to challenge social norms. But he liked her for those reasons at the same time. He liked her fight, like her clear desire to be far away from him. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had to work to prove himself to her, just like he has to do with his father. There was something about working for something he sometimes enjoyed greatly. "Your right of course... That being said I have yet to see anyone better this year. So I guess I'm stuck with you."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 17, 2015 13:11:13 GMT -5
You know, maybe this boy was right. Perhaps she had no hopes to see equality for women in her lifetime. Perhaps she would never be able to attend college or become some sort of scientist or mathematician. Perhaps she should just accept her fate and settle down with a man who provided for her and the three children she would pop out. She would clean house all day, have dinner ready for him when he walked in the door, wash his clothes for the next work day, and fulfill his needs come bedtime. But that... Just sounded so boring.
So, he was able to see through her lie about her species, but that didn't matter. She didn't owe him anything anyway, and all she wanted was to get out of there. "Well, I don't usually feel the need to lie to people. Unless, of course, they're cornering me in an empty auditorium while I'm trying to get my studies done. Then I'll pretty much say whatever to get them to leave me alone." That probably came out sassier than she anticipated, but the nervousness was really beginning to distress her emotions... Anger would soon follow.
He didn't appreciate being lied to so it seemed, and she tried her best to keep her gaze away from him, though it was hard with the removal of her book. She glanced to the cover for a moment before looking to him for the first time in minutes, just in time to get his name. "Well, James, I appreciate your concern with me," she said as politely as she could force. "But I need to get my reading done, so if you don't mind..." She reached for the book again and pulled it back into her lap. "And you shouldn't be offended by my lack of giving you my real name anyway. It isn't as if it matters to you at all."
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Post by James Novak on Jun 17, 2015 14:23:11 GMT -5
"Well I got recommend you either get good at lying or learn how to keep your goddamn mouth shut and sit there and look pretty." He said with a smirk as he moved, fingers running down her cheek before pulling his hand back and slapping her hard. Now normally he isn't really one to hit a girl he just meet but he really didn't like the sass. "Lying is a ugly trait for a pretty girl like you. Not as bad as sass though. Sass gets you into messes like this one." James was always the slightly more control form of anger, like slow burning forest fire. But if she made one more mistake she could set the whole thing ablaze and then anything could happen.
He had finally found her eyes again and he could see them welling with emotion. Typical of any Aqua, all their logic and reasoning clouded by emotions. There was nothing more faulty than emotions really and for someone like him they could get him killed. Terra was what he was, what he had been train to be. All his decision were rooted in what was the most logical thing to do... so why was he still here? Clearly this little blue hair thing wasn't worth the time, or was she? He had no need for a metamorphmagus fishes but that didn't the family didn't...
"Mhm I suppose I could let you get your reading done... but what's the point in that?" His said with his hand in her hair now giving a small tug. "Listen here dollface, I am not the sort of guy you wanna try and walk over so I would suggest you cut the crap and just tell me your goddamn name and then we can call it a night and maybe if your lucky we can have another little run in later."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 17, 2015 14:48:09 GMT -5
The way he was speaking to her shouldn't have hurt her feelings the way that it did. All men spoke to women that way - her father being some sort of weird exception - and she shouldn't be surprised by his words. What did surprise her, though, was when she suddenly felt his hand strike her left cheek, sending her head flying to the opposite side. The stinging pain that sank in caused her eyes to water, and she made some sort of sound that was a combination of a whimper and a squeak. But what caused her tears to fall was the shame and devastation her heart sustained from the blow.
"Why... Why can't you just leave me alone?!" She blurted out suddenly, her pain and upset finally morphing into an emotion that was a bit more useful in this situation. "There are so many other girls here... So many that are willing to sleep with you and do whatever you want, yet you go after the one girl who just wants to read her Potions textbook and pass her classes!" Well... That escalated quickly.
Before she knew it, a hand had entangled into her hair and was tugging her head back to where their faces met once again. She winced, letting out a small hiss, and tried to snatch away from him but to no avail. "Let me go," she grumbled, reaching up to his hand at the back of her head and digging her nails into it. "You don't deserve my damn name!"
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Post by James Novak on Jun 17, 2015 15:49:19 GMT -5
Yup a total Aqua though and though, one little slap and she was all fired up. Tears rolling down her cheeks and he smirked at her somewhat violent reactions. She had to learn you know, and she wanted to learn the hard way. It's a man's world as they say and if he wanted her then he was going to have her. And if she wanted to put of a fight then he had no problem putting her into the proper place or just feeding her to the wolves as they say. It's not hard to destroy someone's reputation and sense of self worth, you just have to know the right people and luck for James he was the right people.
"Because I don't want to leave you alone." That was part of the reason, of course the information that there's metamorphmagus is valuable and lots of people would be happy to know of her existence. But the other part was simply for his own pleasure at this point. She was captivating in a fucked up kind of way. Different and interesting and she didn't want to be like everyone else... She's is just proving herself to be more and more of a challenge and therefore more and more worth the fight. But it's not like she knew that, and he didn't really want her to know that either. "Now who says anything about sleeping with me? Wounding me again dollface at least let me take you to dinner first."
Oh! Very ficry, a hiss and the struggle to get away and he just tighten his grip a little more. Jame's free hand came down and tightened around her wrist so she really had no where to go. "And who are you to make that decision? You don't tell me now and I'll just find out some other way. But you know I think tell me right now would save you alot of trouble. It's up to you really."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 17, 2015 21:43:40 GMT -5
'Because I don't want to leave you alone.'
Was that really all life was about? Men wanting things from women and taking them whether it was acceptable by the woman or not? Disregarding what the woman wants and taking them on undesired dates, pushing them into unwelcome marriages, etc? He was belittling her more and more as the conversation went on, and she felt her tears push out a bit heavier. "Well, I don't want to go to dinner with you," she replied sharply, her eyes narrowing in both anger and pain.
His grip tightened on her hair, stretching her neck out and further to the side. Delia gritted her teeth against his tugging, and she growled once again as he seized her wrist and pulled it away from his hand - rendering her pretty much defenseless. "Because just because you don't understand my worth does't mean that I don't," she hissed, her eyes glaring hatefully in his direction. But still, she realized there was no way for her to win this battle. No matter how much she didn't want to submit to such a foul person, she knew that she didn't have a choice. "It's Delia," she muttered reluctantly. "Now let me go and go to hell."
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Post by James Novak on Jun 17, 2015 22:18:05 GMT -5
"And what make you think that you are gonna have a choice?" He said with a smirk enjoying that look in her eyes all too much. Poor thing he almost felt bad for her, almost. His grip around her wrist tighten, the struggle was really no match for her as he started to gently kiss along the soft flesh of her neck. "See that's the thing, you have a place and I think you should learn where it is." His whispered, a sick cold tone to his voice that would have made anyone shutter. As he lips moved up her neck he found her jaw line and then her lips, kissing her deeply and keeping her in a tight grip so she couldn't get away. His hand all tangled up in the mess of blue hair, as he leaned into her before pulling away with a smirk.
"Well Delia get this into your head. You have no worth, the best you can hope for is that someone will be willing to marry you so you can have a few kids and be a pretty little housewife. Oh also this weekend, pick you up outside your common room around six and I would recommend that you be there. You don't want to find out what happen if you aren't." She told him to go to hell and that did not sit well with him, he girt his teeth some before giving her one more firm slap. "Watch your goddamn mouth or come tomorrow this school will be abuzz with a nasty little rumours about you." His thumb wiped over her lips as he smirked. Finally let her go and made his way towards the door. "Oh and one last thing... Lie to me again and I'll do worst than hit you."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 17, 2015 22:43:52 GMT -5
A choice? She didn't have a choice in the matter of going on a date with him?! What the... What in the world had her sixth year started out to be? Why couldn't she just do what she had always done - avoid boys and do her school work? Now here she was being forced onto dates with people while- ... Suddenly she felt hot breath and a pair of lips trailing her neck, and she froze, eyes wide open and mortified. He told her she had a place and that she needed to learn where it was, and that caused her stomach to churn as his lips slipped higher and higher up her neck. Trailing across her jawbone, they reached her lips, and she pulled her lips back as far as possible in rejection of his unwelcome kiss. She felt dirty. Disgusting. Filthy. And like she could vomit at any second.
Worthless. Only hopes to get married and be a pretty little housewife...
Then there was another devastating slap delivered to her face, and she cried out with a sharp inhale as the sting that had died out flared up once again. There was no holding back the tears that came rolling from her eyes, and her head hung lowly as he stepped away from her. He informed her of their now arranged date for the weekend, and with one more final threat to inflict further pain upon her person should she choose to lie to him again, he was gone.
And there she sat... Tear-stained blouse and a Potions textbook..
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