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Post by kaitlyn on Dec 5, 2011 23:53:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] DON'T SIT CRYING OVER GOOD TIMES YOU'VE HAD The Words: 820-ISH The Notes I RAMBLED; NEXT WILL BE BETTER. his stomach was in knots, his heart was beating in the back of his throat, and his neck was covered in goose pimples. the idea of confronting mallory frightened cassius alphard more than the everyday danger associated with his job as a snatcher. he could handle a vampires' threats and violence better than he could handle the thought of confronting fifteen years' worth of unspoken emotions. the words from mallory's owl echoed throughout cassius' head. "i wish that if i would of still had em's, you would of been the father in the first place." he wondered how different his life would be if that had been the case. would the concept of mallory and him together be as glorious as it sounded? or would it be a decision that destroys a strong and loyal friendship? a large sigh escaped cassius' lips as he buried his head in his hands. it was going to be a long night. he couldn't bare to go through this torture much longer, to look over mallory's letters, consuming each and every word. the antique chestnut table creaked as cassius bared weight onto the table. the sudden noise from the table grounded cassius, bringing his out of his obsessive mania and back to reality. mallory was expecting his attendance at hogsmeade village in just one hour. cassius needed to compose himself and get dressed for the encounter.
cassius james alphard slid his chair out behind him and stood up in his small london flat. the ceilings were low, the air was musty, and the lighting was less than desired. the screeching noise of the metal chair on the hard wood of his kitchen bounced off the walls of his flat. he walked from his small kitchen, down the length of the hallway, and into his significantly larger bedroom. the flat walls were bare and grey, but the apartment itself was decorated lavishly. the armoire in cassius' bedroom was one of the most expensive pieces he owned. he took a deep breath and began to pick out an outfit for the evening. as cassius unbuttoned his shirt, he turned his head and looked towards the moving pictures on his nightstand. two separate frames held photographs of the most important women in his life: calliope and mallory. calliope, his younger sister, was working at the hog's head in her portrait, carrying on with customers and laughing loudly. in mallory's portrait, she struck a much more solemn pose. she was reading from a rather large transfiguration book, looking up only once in a great while to reveal a soft smile. cassius changed out of his clothes from the earlier work day and into the outfit for the rest of the evening. when he was done changing, he walked over to his nightstand, picked up the photograph of mallory, and stared at it, puzzled. cassius was unsure of what the night held in store for him and in that moment staring at mallory's portrait, his fear was apparent from the large frown upon his face.
time was passing faster than cassius had imagined possible. with the help of his silver pocket watch, he realized that there were only twenty minutes left until his encounter with mallory. questions and fears began to run through his head. "how do i tell her it was cowardice that kept me from her all these years?" "am i willing to give it all up: the women, the drinking? is this my only opportunity to settle down?" "if i let mallory slip away, will alistair keep her from me forever?" his head was spinning and his palms were sweaty. he slipped his pocket watch back into his pea coat and exited from the comfort of his london flat.
the bitter cold was a relief to an overheated, overwhelmed cassius. he stepped out onto the empty cobblestone alleyway and looked around for potential witnesses. the last thing he needed was to perform memory charms on a night off. once cassius was sure there were no muggles in sight, he disapparated to hogsmeade. a loud crack confirmed his arrival. the climate at hogsmeade was different than the climate of the london alleyway he had been it. it took cassius several seconds to adjust to changes in temperature, wind, and noise. the act of disapparating caused his nervous stomach to toss once more. cassius looked around the streets of hogsmeade. he saw the emptiness of the hog's head, the premature christmas decorations, the christmas advertisements posted for honeydukes. a third look at his pocket watch confirmed that cassius was five minutes early. all he could do now was wait. a bench outside the hog's head gave cassius a place to relax his muscles and his nerves. he wiped frost off the seat proceeding to sit down. cassius propped his elbows on his knees and buried his head in his hands once again. he wish for mallory's hasty arrival. |
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Post by amber1 on Dec 6, 2011 18:33:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d3d3d3; width: 370px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] wretched, look at me, i've lost it melting on the table, in parking lots and markets.
mallory looked at herself in the mirror, as the tears rolled down her face. she wiped her face, trying to make herself look decent. how could cassius just now tell her he liked her? shes liked him for years, and the only reason she got with her ex husband, was to get his attention. she had to shake it off. she had less then an hour to get ready to meet him in hogsmede, and she still had to pack. she grabbed her two trunks from under her bed, and grabbed all of her clothes and stuffed them neatly. mallory threw on a top, with a fur coat on top, she paired it with some dark jeans. she felt chills run up her spine just thinking about how cold it is. she threw on her make up, and pulled her hair to her right shoulder. there was really nothing she could do with her hair. she grunted in agony, as she looked in the mirror. she looked a mess. she slipped on her glasses, as she reached for her wand. She stared at her trunks and mumbled "wingardium leviousa." she wasn't going to carry her bags all the way to hogsmede, and besides she could do magic whenever she wanted.
she started down the many stairs leading to the grand hall. she was honestly glad that it was a long way down, it gave her time to think about her life. would it of been better with cassius? she would never know, but she hoped that she didn't truly upset him. she was bloody mess lately and she didn't even think before saying her comments. she ran her fingers through her shiny, golden brown curly mess she had as hair. she often seemed to think that way. she passed a few students who said goodbye and wished her a good christmas. christmas was hopefully gonna be wonderful? well if she was going to be with cassius it would.
mallory had gone out early that month and gotten present's she was just going to owl to his family, but now she got to give it to them in person. she may actually have a true, happy christmas. she smiled as she was on the last stair case. she felt like a teenager for once, like the good old times her and cassius had. she stopped at the grand doors and took a breath. she looked up to see alistair. she rolled her eyes and walked out smirking. she just got the nerve to walk away from him, and she never had before. she was still angry with him and she probably wouldn't get over it. she shook her head, nothing was going to ruin her night with cassius in hogsmede, well only him. she blew that thought off and just kept walking with her trunk floating by her side. she was half way there when she walked by the lake. she stopped in her track at the sight of the tree where cassius and her engraved their names. she looked toward the sky, seeing the sun was slowly setting. "bloody hell!" she was going to be late if she didn't run the rest of way.
she was out of breath, and freezing, but she couldn't be late. that wasn't mallory! she ran into the door, hitting her head. "ow." she said rubbing her forehead. she wasn't really thinking about watching where she was going, she was thinking about what to say and do. she opened the door, and felt warmth run through her veins. she sighed in relief, as she looked around for cassius. she set her trunk down at the door, and walked over. she took a deep breath and stood in front of him. "Cassius.." her stomach turned as she spoke his name. he was just as stunning as she remembered. she was breathless, and could barley stand up. she was speechless. maybe it wouldn't be as easy as she thought?
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Post by kaitlyn on Dec 8, 2011 0:37:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] DON'T SIT CRYING OVER GOOD TIMES YOU'VE HAD The Words: 520-ISH The Notes NO GOOD. I'M SORRY. “cassius…” the voice was unequivocal; mallory rodgers had arrived at hogsmeade. cassius gulped nervously and brought his head out of his hands. less than a foot from him, mallory stood. she was exactly the same as he remembered, but at the same time, slight differences were apparent. mallory had the same beauty about her, the same solemn mystery, the same golden brown curls, but now sadness loomed over her. it was obvious to cassius that mallory had been crying. her brown eyes were glassy and red. he couldn't help but wonder if tears had been shed on his account, or alistair's. cassius shook his head and stood up from the bench. he had been gazing silently at mallory for at least two minutes. standing erect, cassius towered over her by several inches. out of habit, without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the young woman's tiny frame and hugged her tightly for several seconds. even among all the unanswered questions, all the chaos and stress, holding mallory in his arms provided cassius a sense of security, a feeling that everything was going to be alright. cassius loosened his grip on mall, kissed her softly on the forehead, and released a large sigh. “it's been far too long,” cassius said softly.
the night had finally begun; tension and anxiety were in the air. cassius alphard was doing his best to remain calm, cool, and collective. despite his best efforts, cassius was a neurotic mess and he worried that mallory, his oldest friend, could see through the facade. his mind was racing and his stomach was churning. tonight was his chance to rectify fifteen years' worth of mistakes; the pressure was mounting. cassius had spent years sleeping around, living out a bachelor's dream, yet all the while, suffering with loneliness and guilt. he yearned for a relationship, for attachments, for someone to fill the void in his life and the entire time, the answer had been there. the entire time, mallory had been there, and cassius let her slip through his grasp. he wouldn't let it happen again.
cassius forced a smile upon his face, took a step back, and opened his mouth to speak. “mall…” cassius started, unsure of what he was about to say, “we should,” a loud crash came from the hog's head bar, then laughter. another drunken customer, another broken glass: an average evening at the hog's head pub. cassius' turned his attention to the bar for a mere moment and then looked back to mallory. “we should find a table, somewhere comfortable to talk...” although the bar of the hog's head was home to gregarious witches and wizards, the pub also provided a great number of tables and booths to sit at. as cassius looked into the pub for quieter sitting options, he noticed a rather large trunk next to the door. he reasoned that the trunk belonged to mallory. cassius started walking further into the bar, grabbing mallory's trunk on the way. he looked back towards her as he entered the center of the hog's head. “you choose, pick where ever you'd like. |
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