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Post by James Novak on Jun 23, 2015 17:23:32 GMT -5
Fuck that dumb little blue haired minx that he cannot get out of his fucking head!
You know he was actually going to try and do something fucking nice for her. Maybe after she had told him off and crushed him down on the quidditch pitch he had a small moment of thinking that maybe he went to far and maybe he should do something to make it up. And this is not a common thing for James to do, he rarely apologizes for the things he says and does. But he felt bad, not guilt no not guilty of going anything wrong. Just sort of bad. He shouldn't have pushed thing to far with her that quickly but it wasn't his fault. She just got under his skin in the worst way, made his way into his head and now he couldn't get her out and it just.. god it fucking sucked.
Hence the potion book he had gotten for her. It was a more advance one too, the kind you would find if you want to continue your education else wear and of course he had planned on giving it to her the second after he got it. And then he walks in on her getting all buddy buddy with something guy. He couldn't help it something in his snapped, just the thought of her with another guy got to him in the worst possible way and now he was fucking sitting out here with a black eye and his lip cut open, his knuckles all bruised and a killer headache. Sadly healing charms were a bit of a gasp in his knowledge so it's not like he could fix himself up or anything. He sighed and opened his bag pulling out a smoke and lighting in with a snap of his fingers when he also found the book he got for her in there and he tossed it to the side of him on the ground.
Dumb little blue haired minx, what the fuck was wrong with her that she couldn't just act like a normal fucking girl and leave well enough alone so he wouldn't be in this goddamn mess.
And what was wrong with him for letting her get to him like this?
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 23, 2015 18:46:17 GMT -5
That was it! Delia's gasket had completely blown after the encounter in the library about an hour prior. Her pleasant conversation with Emyr about tying ropes for their Charms class and how he should give the Charms professor a break for English not being her first language was interrupted by James' presence. She really should have paid a bit more attention to the clock to realize it was nearing midday so that she could get back into her hiding spot, but of course she completely forgot about it. And because of her careless disregard to the time, Emyr ended up being pulled into a violent fight between himself and James that ended in both of them being pretty busted up.
There was truly nothing she could do about the fight being the tiny female that she was, though, which didn't help matters at all. All she knew was that she had to help Emyr as soon as the fight ended, which was exactly what she did. She learned a couple of very basic healing skills during her fifth year to heal a couple of minor cuts, but other than that, she was practically useless. She had to escort him to the hospital wing in order to let the nurse take care of the rest of his injuries.
After expressing concern for the boy she now considered her friend - especially for standing up for her - she was off, though. Blood boiling, rage flaring, she stormed around the school looking for the boy who was ruining her school year single handedly. She checked his common room for his presence, the dining hall, the library once more, and he seemed to be absolutely nowhere within the school. Setting out for the courtyard, she checked behind every stone column and piece of greenery before moving onto the grounds. She had to search for about fifteen minutes before finally spotting him seated on the lawn near the lake. Just the mere sight of him caused her anger to reach new levels, igniting her eyes subconsciously to a bright, flaming red that matched the locks on her head.
Approaching fast, she stormed up to the boy and stood before him in an absolutely livid fashion. "How dare you!" she shouted at him at the top of her lungs. "Stalking me, slapping me, demanding me to be yours, and now this?!" Oh, oh, oh, this was getting bad. She was close to snapping. "You're a fucking monster!"
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Post by James Novak on Jun 23, 2015 20:03:11 GMT -5
His ran his hand over his face and winced some, pulling it away and seeing more blood on his fingers. Must have missed another cut somewhere on his face for such a little fucking guy he sure knew how to throw a goddamn punch. James sighed and ran his hand over his pants trying to clean up the blood before taking another drag off his cigarette and leaning back against a tree. God today could not get any worst.
Oh wait no it could because without any warning a very pissed off girl with red hair was yelling at him and he rolled his eyes some. God he was not in the fucking mood to deal with Delia have fucking longer and if his hand didn't feel like it was fucking dealing with her right now. "You know...blue is better for you. And the eyes too? I must have really hit a never... " He said raising an eyebrow and dropping his cigarette to the ground about to pick up his stuff and walk away, but then she said something and he froze.
"You're a fucking monster!"
"Father stop. I didn't know she was a muggle. She didn't do anything wrong." The young boy lied, swallowing in fear. He couldn't be anymore than eight years old, trying to stand up to the man that scared him more than anything. He had been caught playing with a muggle girl whose family lived just down the road from him and James couldn't help but like they girl. She had bright red hair and the cutest freckles. And she had this personally which was electric you couldn't help but love her. And he was just caught by his father playing with this girl in the forest up the road from their manor, and he was now holding Hannah by her hair.
"Emilio you have to learn that you are better than this trash, destined for great things. Now either you do as I say right now and punish her!" But he couldn't... she was so scared already and he couldn't hurt her future. His wand felt unnatural in his hand as he looked at the girl shaking his head. His own tear threatening to fall. "Emilio!"
"I'm so sorry..." He whispered as he lifted his wand and whispered the words no child should ever have to. "Crucio..."
After what felt like a lifetime of doing all sort of things to girl his father had left him with her and he rushed to her side. "Hannah? Hannah I am so sorry I didn't mean to..." He didn't he really didn't. She was all curled up, body shaking with pain, blood everywhere and he couldn't fix it. Oh god he couldn't... "Hannah talk to me please.
"Get away from me!" She whispered eyes opening and looking at him, they were ice cold which made James feel sick to his stomach. "You are a monster! Never speak to me again."
That word, that word... He couldn't help but think about the pretty little redheaded girl he ruined the day he realized what he was. And he was only making it worst. James swallowed and stood up, picking up the book he had tossed to the side and handing it to here. "Here... I was trying to give this to you earlier." He looked down him and exhaled, he didn't even realize that he was holding his breath. "You are going to need if if you want to get into college."
To another girl he was a fucking monster... He had hurt her and ruined her and... James closed his eyes and swallowed. Whatever, why does he can if she saw him as a monster just like Hannah. At the end of the day Hannah was a stupid muggle girl and Delia was just some girl who didn't know his place. So why did it sit so badly with him, why did he feel so unsettled?
The last time he ever he ever said the words he was sorry was that day in the forest when he tortured the one person in this world who might have been his friend. Because ever since that day he was taught that he never had to say sorry for anything ever. Even the downright evil... monstrous things he had done. But right now he... he was... "I'm sorry..."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 23, 2015 20:38:23 GMT -5
"You know... Blue is better for you. And the eyes too? I must have really hit a nerve..."
He really had some nerve to go on like that! Against her will, Delia's hands clenched into tight fists - forming tiny little balls on the ends of her arms as she glared down at the boy. "You think?!" she exclaimed. There was no calming down. She was beginning to lose herself as she did whenever she was pushed too far, and James had done just that. It took a significant amount of stress and pressure pushed onto her for her to break quite like this. First, she would feel upset and scared and borderline depressed. But whenever she had enough, there was no keeping her fury contained.
"You're a fucking monster!"
Something about her words seemed to strike the boy before her in a deep-seeded way that she couldn't understand. It was as if something had shifted within him in a matter of seconds, and for a moment, she wondered if he was even still "there" at all. No, no. He was not about to go all quiet on her right now. "Oh, now you don't have anything to say?! You sure had a ton of things to say to Emyr back in the library, and you sure like to run your mouth and call me a bitch and slap me around all the time! What's wrong now?! Cat got your tongue?!" This was escalating quickly and dangerously.
Delia was beginning to lose her patience, and as he got to his feet, she flattened out her hand in preparation to slap him the way he had slapped the fire out of her. Sure, her blow would't be near as devastating given her lack of physical strength, but it would be enough to get her point across. Just before she reared back, though, he stretched a book out towards her and mentioned something about college. To be honest, her mind was too clouded and her vision was seeing too much red in order to properly comprehend what was happening. She reluctantly reached out to take the book, barely able to make out "Potions" being written on the front amongst the other words of the title. What the...
"What is this? You really think that this will-"
"I'm sorry..."
Delia froze, confusion taking her over as she looked up to the boy who was now towering over her like he always did. He was sorry? Was this some sort of trick to get her to relax so he could hit her once again? "What do you mean?" She blurted out, looking up at him suspiciously.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 23, 2015 21:13:04 GMT -5
There was nothing left that she could say to him at this point that would get any other sort of reaction out of him other than the one he was giving. She could scream at him all she liked, he said what he needed to said. Now he was going to leave and look himself in his room and just not come out because he couldn't be around people any longer. It's amazing what happens to your physiy when you are reminded of a time when you wished you could forget. When you wish you could go back in time and erase everything you have even done. How many other people thought he was a monster? Though he was cruel and twisted in all the worst ways a human can be?
Worst of all, how did he forget? How did he forget the things he had done and the people he had hurt? How could he have looked at this girl and thought all the things he did about her? Fuck there was something really fucking wrong with him. He stumbled slightly when he took a step back from her. Fuck he didn't realize how much pain he was fucking in. Think healing spells would be something he was really good at but no they weren't in his skill set so he just had to deal with the pain.
Once she took the book he gave a small smile before turning to walk away but her question stopped him and he shrugged. "I mean I'm sorry. I'm sorry what I did in the library and I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sure you'll get into a great college one day and you'll do great thing."
I'm also sorry I'm such a monster but you don't understand I have to be...
Because if he wasn't how would he ever survive this life he was suppose to live? Did he even want to live it anymore? Everyday it felt like Emillo died a little more and was replace by James... but then was that really a good thing? Because wasn't James the monster that was standing in front of Delia. "So yeah sorry and I guess I'll see you around."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 23, 2015 21:50:08 GMT -5
No, no, no, no, NO!
This was not how this was supposed to go. He was upset with what she had said? She could see it in his blackened eyes and written all over his busted up face. How could he break so easily after one simple little sentence? One tiny insult in comparison to the hell he had put her through over the last week? Even Delia hadn't broken after all the blows and all the tears, yet this was all she had to say in order to break him.
And why did she feel so guilty? She finally really stood up to a boy who was trying to control her and force her into a relationship she didn't want to be a part of, yet here she was with a dumbfounded look on her face and a heavy heart. Why was she so sensitive even to people who were horrendous to her?! Was this really what it meant to be an Aqua?
"No!" She exclaimed, shaking her head as he began to walk away from her. Delia stepped forward - hair still aflame - and in front of him. She wasn't sure how to handle this situation. She was sad for Emyr and for herself and even for this stupid boy standing in front of her. She was also angry. Angry at him, angry at herself, angry at the world, even. "You don't get to do this to me! You don't get to hurt me and my friends and then tell me to go to college and that I'll do great things and how you're sorry and you mean it and..." Her face was turning blue from lack of oxygen as her words came spilling out at him. Her hair began to shift once more without her knowing, into a deep, shining color of purple - a mix of her usual color and the angry red. She reached forward and pressed her hands against his chest, shoving him back but only about a step due to their size difference.
"You don't... You don't get to do this to me," she said as her eyes began to water.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 24, 2015 12:37:38 GMT -5
"You don't... You don't get to do this to me,"
"Well the what do you want from me Cordelia?" He said looking down at her as she got her hands on his chest to stop him from leaving. Her hair had changed to purple and he recognized that her anger was fading some but it was still there. "I figure you would be happy because this is what you always wanted. Me leaving you alone, telling you to have a good life and going back to mine." As little as he wanted to he would. He would leave her right here and never speak to her again, go back to tormenting other girls who didn't make him feel something more than what he normally felt. Girls who would be everything they were suppose to be. "Well do you want me to not mean it and for everything to stay the same? For god sake woman make up your mind."
Because as much as it killed him he was sort of giving up on her. He was walking away. He never walked away from anything he wanted yet here he was and he was taking a step back from her so her hand was no longer on his chest. He didn't want to leave here, he actually thought she was interesting and as much grief as he gave here. As much as he wanted to control her he still liked her. But she already thought he was a monster so what's going to happen when she learns of the real him? Like if she thought this stuff made him a monster....
Because there where more people like Hannah who had felt all the terrible things he had done. And it's funny how you mind blocks out their face and their names and it isn't until one little word triggers it all that it all comes rushing back. "Just be happy, go run off to Emyr and forget I ever existed... It will be better that was." Isn't that the truth. He could go back to whatever stupid fantasies they had made themselves. Her with her schooling and him thinking that he is a terrible fucked up human being.
Though that fantasies felt broken to the point where he didn't think he could put it back together.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 25, 2015 21:34:07 GMT -5
What did she want from him? Was he seriously asking her that right now? She was being torn in two completely different directions by her own emotions. One side of her was still so enraged and so angry and wanted to just slap him until he forced her to stop. The other side of her, however, just wanted to cry for days on end until her tear ducts were so dry that she permanently lost her eyesight from dehydration in them. "I... All I've ever wanted was for you to leave me alone. Ever since that first night in the auditorium where you slapped the fire out of me," she told him, voice still raised. "But you wouldn't. You just wouldn't let me go, wouldn't leave me to myself even though I had never bothered you before in my life.."
She felt like her head was going to explode, and she wasn't sure how to explain it. All she knew was that there was so much she needed to say - even if it did sound like a broken record on repeat. "And now, you aren't just taking it out on me but on Emyr too?! Why did you have to do that?! I know you feel like we're in some sort of deeply committed relationship here, but we aren't, okay? He didn't deserve that, and even if we were together, he wasn't crossing any boundaries! I was trying to help him with a knot tying charm, and you stormed in and just..."
The anger was transitioning into the upset again. "And somehow I ended up hurting you with my words... But then you give me this stupid book and tell me to go be something and.." Her tears were officially running hot and heavy down her cheeks as her hair turned into a shade of navy blue, signifying that her emotions were turning sadder and sadder and losing their angry momentum. What was she going to do? What was she supposed to do in this situation? She sighed heavily, wiping at her eyes a bit to no avail as the tears kept flowing. With a shaky hand, she pulled out her wand and took a step towards him to immediately close the gap between them again after he took a step back.
"This isn't fair," she said with a sniffle, but she reached out and took his busted up hand and brought it up to her face to examine it. Through her blurred vision, it was difficult to make out just how deep the gashes were, but she tried to judge them as best she could as she waved the tip of the wood just a couple centimeters above the wounds. "Just... I don't even know. I don't know anything anymore. I'm losing my mind," she muttered, mostly to herself but loud enough for him to hear. What was wrong with her? Fixing up his injuries because she felt guilt over striking a nerve in him? After all he had done to her? Idiot. Idiot girl.
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Post by James Novak on Jun 26, 2015 13:45:23 GMT -5
Well and now you get your wish Delia." He said coldly as she listed off everything he had done to her asking why and all he could do was chuckle somewhat and say. "You know exactly why... Because I'm a Monster." He said swallowing the word down painfully and looking away with a shrug. "And there's nothing anyone can do to change that so why don't you just act like we never met and I'll do the same." Because that was probably the only thing he could do for her right now. "No relationship no friendship no anything happy?"
God what the fuck did she want from him? It's not like he was trying to make her feel anything at all at this point she was bringing this all on herself. He just said what he wanted to say and then he left and it was as simple as that. But no for some reason she had to go and feel all fucked up about it and get all sad and now he felt guilt for making her sad when he wasn't even fucking trying to. She should be fucking happy he was giving her everything she ever wanted. And he didn't even say a goddamn thing that would make her feel bad, she was just making this up and bringing it on herself. (Of course it never fucking occur to him that maybe other people could tell when he was upset) He cannot win with this girl can he? He had to bite back alot of the anger he was feeling in this moment because it was that anger that got him here in the fucking first place...
But okay if he was no longer acting on anger what did he have left then to act on? Because his whole life was just that so now what?
"Delia it's not... just stop okay you didn't hurt me now go..." But she didn't. Fucking hell he would never for the goddamn life of him understand this girl. Because now she was taking his hand and trying to heal it and he had half a mind the pull away and leave. He did flinch some and bit on his lip because of all the things that were suppose to happen he was not expecting this. She wasn't suppose to be treating him like this and he well he had to say something anything! But words just weren't coming to him. It wasn't until she mention that she was losing her mind that he broke down and started to laugh.
"Trust me. You do not know what losing your mind is..." He said coldly looking her dead in the eyes. "This is nothing compared to the things I saw before I was eight..." He shook he head some and pulled away from her again. "You shouldn't feel anything for me other than anger, so don't bother. Just go back to whatever life you were living before this and leave me alone and I'll leave you alone deal?"
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jun 26, 2015 15:06:02 GMT -5
Everything he was saying back to her was just as emotionless as everything else had been over the past week. Stubborn. This boy was so incredibly stubborn and just an asshole, and... Why was she helping him? Why did she feel so guilty over hurting the feelings of the monster in front of her? "You're stubborn and selfish and an idiot," she said as she shook her head, finishing healing up the wounds on his hands. She would have tried fixing up his blackened eyes too, but he pulled his hands away and insisted she forget about him and that they would leave each other alone from here on out.
"You won't last, James. Not running from your problems and taking them out on other people." He said that she didn't know what insanity was, and she simply rolled her eyes at him. Dense, selfish idiot. "I may not know what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean what you've done to me is any less significant," she replied sharply, and as he kept talking, she grew more and more frustrated with him.
Well, he was right. She was getting what she wanted, so she simply scoffed and took a step away from him. "Get over yourself," she told him flatly. "Instead of dwelling over the sadness of your past, get over it and make your future better." Tucking her wand back into her pocket and turning away from him, she cast one final glance at him over her shoulder. "Good luck, James." And with that, she walked off, leaving him behind in the dust.
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